5AM

And we run into a dark room And we spasmed through the sounds All the copied morency All the blues and the deal soul And the drugs were all we had and 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 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 it 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 live like you're made of glass