5AM (Amber Run)

We run into a dark room And we spasm to the sounds Of a copy 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 envisaged? 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.