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 And we won´t find love at the bottom Of a glassy 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
And we´ve got work in the morning But it´s nearly 5 AM Is this really what we envisaged? 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´s passed I wish you´d live like you´re made of glass