Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear, out the other, oh

One ear, out the other, oh

Burning bright right till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs

Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

In my thoughts, you're far away

And you are whistling a melody

Whistling a melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh, I can picture you so easily

Picture you so easily

What's gonna be left of the world

If you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world?

Oh

Every minute and every hour

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite song

Oh, I'll be dancing at a funeral

Dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It's such a shame we had to see them burn

Shame we had to see them burn

What's gonna be left of the world

If you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world?

Oh

Every minute and every hour

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

If you want to be a party animal

You have to learn to live in the jungle

Now stop worrying and go get dressed

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all of my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all of my words

So get drunk, call me a fool

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Pick me up, up off the floor

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

'Cause every minute and every hour

I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you more