5AM

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 a.m. Is this really what we envisaged? We won't be 21 again And in the haze you see colors 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