Humble moon, what now do I do?
A restaurants' plastic gla**, at house party with your hip flask
Has he kept you precious like a locket?
The pale night alive
Through your jeans tight, cigarette box outline in your pocket
We're in the bathroom and you perch on the sink
I begin to infatuate, exasperate, resuscitate
By day the cat sleeps, but at night how he moans through the windows perspex
We sit and talk about s** because it's all we have in common, don't you know
And it's youth, ever fading youth
Would you have lived differently if you had known this life was on loan?
I recall the blue first night I met you, and gaze through the pa**ing time
Your hair was henna and wine
The contrast in what I dream and reality
Took you back from the club while your friends all did d**, we never spoke about love, just mortality
All of these nights you just trawl the same streets
Tell the same stories, you count the heart beats
Obsess with the d**h of the miracle days
I CAN FEEL ALL YOUR DREAMS START TO FLICKER AND FADE