Would you pick your clothes up, put your clothes on,
Pack your things and go?
I´m tired of sinking this low.
Awkward semi-naked coffee conversations fade
Quicker than mistakes that were made.
Mornings when I´m coming down, being driven round the bend,
Make for days when I´m losing my friends
For all the little things that I have done and cannot make amends.

Don´t you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?
That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?
I´ve been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off,
And I need you now because I can´t get out of this.

Clean your mirrors, roll your notes out,
Put your cards away.
That´s a game that I don´t want to play anymore.
My head is sore, my throat is raw, and what´s more
I´m fifty pounds down to feel empty and poor,
Remembering the things that I believed when I was sober and sure.

And I´m trying to speak straight,
But I´m drunk and I´m lonely and you won´t believe me,
And I´m trying to see straight,
But I´ve been up for days and it scares you away,
And I´m trying to keep straight,
But I´d trade it all for just five minutes more
Of your wandering hands with their simple demands that are
All the things I ever wanted, better than the powder and pills,
All the things I ever needed, the only thing that doesn´t seem to kill,
That still makes me smile.

So if I tell you all the little things that I think that I need,
Will you tell me how to tell the world from the woods from the trees?
Because I´ve been stuck inside my comforting familiar disease,
And I need you now because I can´t get out,
And all over Europe the lights are going out,
And I´m pulling down the curtain, but every time I reach out
You´re gone.