5AM

And we run into a dark room

And we spasmed into the songs

All the copied morency

All the blues and the deal soul

And the *** were all we had and

The feeling never really goes

You won't find love at the bottom

Of a classy hole

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 passed

I wish you live like you're made of glass

We've got work in the morning

But it's nearly 5AM

Is this really what we envisaged

We won't be 21 again

And in the haze you'll see colors

Run suddenly make sense

But the way you've been going

You'll be in an ugly 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 passed

I wish you live like you're made of glass