I woke up feelin' bolder
as the winds were getting colder
with nothing left to loose
but much gain.
As I stumbled from my bed,
with a heartbeat in my head
from a night I spent at the clubs.
And it all became so clear
through cigarettes and beer,
flowers I'll send your way.
But all the words I'd said
had surely made my bed
that I must sleep in until this night is over.

I hope you'll change your frame of mind.
Here my one last plea to open your eyes.
Let it be me your looking at for good.

Over it by now
something went missing
can't sit and hold your hand
just need you to listen
It's already done
this isn't just one of those you can fix
so hold me to me leave
This time don't come after me

I hope you'll change your frame of mind.
Here my one last plea to open your eyes.
It won't be me your looking at for good
It won't be me your looking at for good.

The streets are getting cold around Templeogue and in my mind I start to play
the promises the honest list of things we'd do one day
There was never such a panic or these hard words to say
but everything got differen't and I think we're both to
blame
(I'm not sure where we lost it all)