And we run into a dark room
And we spasmed through the sounds
Of a copy of Morency
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 glassy 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'll 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 passed
I wish you'd live like you're made of glass