Lying down staring at the ceiling It's easy to pretend I'm in a different room Where we wrap up warm on the floor As the night sky is replaced
We stay up talking to the sounds of the city In a yellow blur of light seen from the street But where do you go when the good songs come on? I find it hard to stay
Mornings come sooner than I want them And everyone I know is still inside my dream They're waiting for me to fall asleep again They're waiting for me to fall asleep
We stay up talking to the sounds of the city In a yellow blur of light seen from the street But where do you go when the good songs come on? I find it hard to forget you're not there