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 classy home

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 got work in the morning

But it's nearly 5am

Is this really what we envisaged?

We won't be twenty-one 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's past

I wish you'd live like you're made of glass