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
You won't find love at the bottom
Of a Class C 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

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 see colours
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 past
I wish you'd live like you're made of glass