All Sweet Things

The run-down streets, the civil wars
You don't go there anymore
It's how you used to live.

The trampled hopes, the made-up laws
The itchy feet, the pub quiz bores
It's so hard to forgive.

All the sweet things
All the sweet things will come again
All the sweet things come again.

Weekend slimmers count their chains
Still wanting someone else to blame
You watch them come and go.

Empty nightclub escapades
They tell you more than words can say
That open doors get closed.

All the sweet things
All the sweet things will come again
All the sweet things come again.

The empty rooms, the empty house
Someday soon you'll work it out
Still finding the way back home.

The schoolyard ghosts, the playtime fears
You take your pills they disappear
The people that you've known.

All the sweet things
All the sweet things will come.

All the sweet things
All the sweet things will come.

When the heartbeat slows
All the sweet things
When the silence grows.

When the heartbeat slows
All the sweet things will come
When the silence grows.