Humble moon, what now do I do? A restaurants' plastic gla**, at house party with your hip flask Has he kept you precious like a locket? The pale night alive Through your jeans tight, cigarette box outline in your pocket We're in the bathroom and you perch on the sink I begin to infatuate, exasperate, resuscitate By day the cat sleeps, but at night how he moans through the windows perspex We sit and talk about s** because it's all we have in common, don't you know And it's youth, ever fading youth Would you have lived differently if you had known this life was on loan? I recall the blue first night I met you, and gaze through the pa**ing time Your hair was henna and wine The contrast in what I dream and reality Took you back from the club while your friends all did d**, we never spoke about love, just mortality All of these nights you just trawl the same streets Tell the same stories, you count the heart beats Obsess with the d**h of the miracle days I CAN FEEL ALL YOUR DREAMS START TO FLICKER AND FADE