I tried to catch yr dream last night
Couldn't see a single sound
I tried to hang on to the light
Don't wanna be in yr lost and found
It was a tabletop ashtray kind of night
The city was so bright
I think you lost yr teeth that night
Didn't even put up a fight
So when you see me coming round
I should have tried
To face the facts, to face yr thoughts
We all go off to fight our own wars
In two months' time