Texty: Turin Brakes. Dark On Fire. Bye Pod.

Won't you come and meet me,
I'll take you out for breakfast
And we'll be happy to be clinging on together evermore,
Well, ain't that what they always said this life was for

It's the morning after,
And I won't see you later
Watch the moon go down and sun come up today
I might look tired, but I have never been so awake

We used to laugh about growing old,
Yeah we used to laugh but it's too late now

Down the stairs and hallway,
And to the Ivory coast,
The mantle piece is full of places I will never go,
But then through all the highs and lows you never know

So won't you come and see me,
And I won't make you grieve me
We'll write a letter to the goverment asking why
we poured our lives in nine to fives and now we're dry

We used to laugh about growing old,
Yeah we used to laugh but it's too late now

These are just laughter tears,
They are not real
Ipods and plasma screens,
Bleed like they feel
We used to laugh about growing old,
Yeah we used to laugh but it's too late
Now