Final Bout - Aberdeen City

Just staring at the ground

We were young

We were outnumbered

Twenty to one

It hurts right now

After a while

We will learn to give up our stregnth

And there’s nothing to say

It’s already too late

Where are you going?

And what will you wear?

Just stay and I’ll say it again

It’s no use

It’s not you

We were young

We were outnumbered

Twenty to one