5AM

And we run into a dark room
And we spasmed through the sounds
All the copied morency
All the blues and the deal soul.

And the drugs were all we had and
The feeling never really goes
You won't find love at the bottom
Of a glassy 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 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 envisioned
We won't be 21 again.

And in the haze you'll see colours
And it 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 passed
I wish you live like you're made of glass.