And we run into a dark room And we spasmed to the sounds Of the copies of Morrissey Or the blues of the Deep South
And the drugs will only hide it 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'd 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 the 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 your 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