♪ And we run into a dark room And we spasm to the sounds Of a copy of more unseen All the blues are lying deep south And the drugs will only hide it The feeling never really goes No, 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 past I wish you'd live like you're made of glass And we got work in the morning But it's nearly five a.m. Is this really what we envisaged? We won't be twenty-one again And in the eyes you'll see colors From suddenly made sense But the way you've been going You're beginning on your 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 past I wish you'd live like you're made of glass And we got work in the morning But it's nearly five a.m. Is this really what we envisaged? We won't be twenty-one again And in the eyes you'll see colors From suddenly made sense