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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): GARY LIGHTBODY, JONATHAN GRAHAM QUINN, NATHAN CONNOLLY, PAUL WILSON, TOM SIMPSON