Our hearts will never be the same again. Love the way I feel, streets replaced with fields. Wide awake in here, you shine. Ran away from goals, left you in the cold. Nothing's in our way tonight. You know that you'll never be replaced. And everyone here

We built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands

I don't know if it felt like I wanted you here, the way that I wanted you last time We're not on the same page, you don't even know me Cause you never took the time Someday, when I'm older And they never know my name Somehow, if I'm honest I can never

So we wait beside the desert Nothing left to give away Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets Nothing left to do but pray You don't have to play the horses Life's a gamble all the same It don't take much to make you lose sight Of the object of the game Anyone

Round and round Till you show me what this life is for I won’t run away this time I’m not gonna let you change my mind You don’t have to hold your head up high We are all living the same way We are escaping the same way We are a part of the same play

I'm looking for some back and forth with you Are you feeling the same as I do? Now and now and then Now show a little backbone why don't you? Down and out Once upon a time I was somebody else In another life I saw myself Way back then, back when I was

There's nothing without love But one thing always stays the same Without love, there's nothing without love Nothing else feels right without love Nothing else but love can burn as bright She wasn't young, But she still a child There was innocence in her

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

Meet the latest graduate of King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops I’m only nineteen but my mind

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is