And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun.
One of the ways that we show our age.
And if the sun comes up,
If the sun comes up,
If the sun comes up
And I still don't want to stagger home,
Then it's the memory of our betters
That is keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking forty-five times just as fast as you can.
Yeah, I know it gets tired but it's better when we pretend.
It comes apart.
The way it does in bad films.
except the part,
Where the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the drugs,
And the conversation's grinding away,
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life.
Oh, you took the first ten years just as fast as you can.
And the next ten people who were trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France.
Oh I know it gets tired
Oh but where are your friends tonight?