So
What would you
little maniacs
like to do first?
Watching through
my fingers
Watching through
my fingers
Shut my eyes
and count to ten
it goes in one ear
out the other
one ear out the other
Burning bright
right till the end
now you’ll be missing
from the photographs
missing from
the photographs
Watching through
my fingers
Watching through
my fingers
In my thoughts
you’re far away
and you are
whistling a melody
whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
oh I can
picture you so easily
picture you so easily
What’s gonna be left
of the world
if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left
of the world? oh
Every minute
and every hour
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
Every stumble
and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
Watching through
my fingers
Watching through
my fingers
Caught off guard by
your favourite song
oh I’ll be
dancing at the funeral
dancing at the funeral
Sleeping in the clothes
you love
it’s such a shame we
had to see them burn
shame we had
to see them burn
What’s gonna be left
of the world
if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left
of the world? oh
Every minute
and every hour
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
Every stumble
and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
If you want to be
a party animal
you have to learn
to live in the jungle
now stop worrying
and go get dressed
You might have
to excuse me
I’ve lost control
of all my senses
You might have
to excuse me
I’ve lost control
of all my words
so get drunk
Call me a fool
put me in my place
put me in my place
pick me up
Up off the floor
put me in my place
put me in my place
Every minute
and every hour
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
Every stumble
and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more
Watching through
my fingers
Watching through
my fingers
'Cause every minute
and every hour
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you more