I'm feeling childish in the morning
I woke up twelve again
I didn't like it first time 'round
And I hoped I'd aged a bit since then
Dressed-down and foolish in the morning
Too childish-foolish for this world
A withered limb to drag around
To drag around a withered girl
And I walk home amid the scent of summer
Streetlights turn the trees to rust
Through empty places breathing cut-gra** dust
And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches
I get lost
Drunk on the dying light
Carry me home tonight
I'm feeling fragile in the morning
Was it what I drank or what I said?
I try to always tell the truth
The truth, she finds you in the end
And I walk home amid the scent of summer
Streetlights turn the trees to rust
Through empty places breathing cut-gra** dust
And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches
I get lost
Drunk on the dying light
Carry me home tonight
And I walk home amid the scent of summer
Streetlights turn the trees to rust
Through empty places breathing cut-gra** dust
And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches
I get lost
Drunk on the dying light
Carry me home tonight
And I walk home amid the scent of summer
Streetlights turn the trees to rust
Through empty places breathing cut-gra** dust
And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches
I get lost
Drunk on the dying light
Gets me through the night