And we run into a dark room
And we spasmed to the sounds
Of the copies of Morrissey
Or the blues of the Deep South And the d** will only hide it
The feeling never really goes
You won't find love at the bottom
Of a gla**y bottle And you don't know what you've got until it's gone
And you don't know who to love until your lost
And you don't know how to feel until the moment's pa**ed
I wish you'd live like you're made of gla** 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'll see colours
And the 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 your lost
And you don't know how to feel until the moment's pa**ed
I wish you'd live like you're made of gla**