Song Lyrics

A little after 12
The function sweet was full
With people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs
Confetti on the floor
It dawned on me I'd seen it all before

Cool your beans my son
You look a fucking mess
No ones getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
We'll lose our lives through all our favorite songs

[Chorus]
Go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet
When you were in the room, I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place
It puts a volt in my step
And a grin on my face
It cant contain me but you leaning on me
To get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me

A little after 4
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But here's a helping hand
A voice that's far to close
And I am up and on my broken limbs

[Chorus]

And suddenly it lifts the roof of the place
It puts a volt in my step
And a grin on my face

It cant contain me but you leaning on me
To get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me

Nathan Connolly, Gary Lightbody, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson