5Am and still we’re talking Rambling on about past lovers Tears are us and laughter plenty Here’s to one you’d clean forgotten
You're not so kind, I’m more forgiving Could I just have been that drunken fool? On the evidence of tonight it seems Hindsight's failure points straight to me Points straight to you
Tell you the thoughts of raising anchor Charges the blood and rushes through me What have you now that keeps you grounded? I have nothing but my fears and frailties And lazy old me
Where in the world would I run? Everywhere I love it is well haunted And where in the world would run?
