daydreaming about the worst in you
Dream for the worse
Night for the kind
The kind who like to fight
The kind made from gold
To see the stars in all their glory
In all their gold’s/god’s glory
Singing songs about the past to forget about the future
Just waiting for someone to pick us up
To sweep us off our feet
And sweep away the bad
The bad we don’t want our mums to know about
Coz if she knew she’d cry
But she knows anyway
Mums always do
They find out in the end.
Sooner or later.
Sooner.
It’s always sooner
Sooner than you’d expect
This was.
It’s happening now
And I don’t know what to do.
(it’s always morning where you are)
Night for the kind
The kind who like to fight
The kind made from gold
To see the stars in all their glory
In all their gold’s/god’s glory
Singing songs about the past to forget about the future
Just waiting for someone to pick us up
To sweep us off our feet
And sweep away the bad
The bad we don’t want our mums to know about
Coz if she knew she’d cry
But she knows anyway
Mums always do
They find out in the end.
Sooner or later.
Sooner.
It’s always sooner
Sooner than you’d expect
This was.
It’s happening now
And I don’t know what to do.
(it’s always morning where you are)