Sundays - My Finest Hour lyrics

When the world, it shows me up My clothes, they show me up I never knew this before The finest hour that i've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground When my words came stumbling out Then i went tumbling out I've never been hit before The finest hour that i've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground And i keep hoping you are the same as me And i'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are, what do the others know But poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go (home) When the words came stumbling out of my mouth And i went tumbling out (here, no no, no no) But i keep hoping you are the same as me And i'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are, what do the others know But poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go Oh, i'm going home But i'll keep hoping you are the only one Yes, and i'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun Oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say But poetry is not for me, as much as i'd like to stay Oh, i just want to go home You're, you're, you're too young Should've been, you, you're, you're too young It should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young It should've been, you, you, you're too young You should've been... safe here Bribed the judge and then sat down Ooh, you're, you're, you're too young