Amber Run - 5am

We run int^Emo a dark room And we spasm to the s^Dounds Of a copy ^CMorrissey Or the blues of t^Dhe Deep South. And the drugs will only ^Emhide it The feeling never really ^Dgoes You won't find love at^C the bottom Of a Class C ^Dhole.

And you d^Amon't know what you've got until it's g^Cone. And you ^Emdon't know who to love until you're ^Clost. And you ^Emdon't know how to feel until the mo^Dment's pa^Cssed. I w^Emish you'd live like you're m^Gade of glass^Em.

We've got work in the mo^Emrning But it's nearly 5a^Dm. Is this really what we e^Cnvisaged? We won't be 21 ag^Dain. And in the haze you see col^Emours And problems suddenly make^D sense. But the way you've been g^Coing You'll be in an early gr^Dave.

And you d^Amon't know what you've got until it's gone.^D And you don't know who to love^G until you're lo^Cst. And you do^Dn't know how to feel until the m^Goment's pa^Cssed. I wish yo^Emu'd live like you're made of glass.