Cast your mind back to the days when the fore court light used to shine so bright.
You never see hope till it's gone, and no-one hears you when you're wrong.
You're lying face down, broken, within this little bubble you've locked yourself in. You never see hope till it's gone, then suddenly you came along.

Not today, no.
I wouldn't know what to say. no.
Living is enough just today, but I won't back down this time, oh no.

This time I know.
I thought this weekend showed you never really cared.
And I don't have to lift a finger for you.
We never have to do a thing.
It was so good.