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
I find it hard to forget
