Departure

A crowded room shadowed by a sea of faces
A narcoleptic man looks to me and he says
You'll see the worst of me in time
And I struggle to find the space to say that I'll be fine
Just to get me through the night

I can't see through these lights
I can't see through the night
I can't see through these lights
Just get me through tonight

There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles and laboured misery
And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine
And if I say that I am sorry
Could I start again?
Or change the end to this story?

Nothing but a head out of this crowd
I find myself down on the ground
And I can't find the joy in anything I create
Am I making any sense?
Call me a medic

'Cause we know how quick we'll fold when the truth is that
We never thought we'd grow this old
Whit heavy hearts of gold
We live and die
In spit of everything we're told
Do I speak in tongues?
Am I making any sense?
I know I'm sick but surely there's a way that I can mend

Just get me through tonight

There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles & laboured misery
And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine
And if I say that I am sorry
Could I start again?
Or change the end to this story?

Never thought I'd grow this old
I'm so sorry to myself
For all the time we spent
Sleeping next to my grave
But with heavy hearts of gold
We'll still live in spite of everything we're told