We run into a dark room And we spasm to the sounds Of a copy of Morrissey Or the blues of the Deep South
And the drugs will only hide it The feeling never really goes You won't find love at the bottom Of a Class C hole
And you don't know what you've got until it's gone And you don't know who to love until you're lost And you don't know how to feel until the moment's passed I wish you'd live like you're made of glass
We've got work in the morning But it's nearly 5AM Is this really what we envisioned? We won't be 21 again
And in the haze you see colours And problems suddenly make sense But the way you've been going You'll be in an early grave
And you don't know what you've got until it's gone And you don't know who to love until you're lost And you don't know how to feel until the moment past I wish you'd live like you're made of glass
