Good grief

So, what would you little maniacs like to do first

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear, out the other
One ear out the other
Burning bright right till the end
Now you’ll be missing from the photographs
Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you’re far away
And you are whistling the melody
Whistling the melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh, I can picture you so easily
Picture you so easily

What’s gonna be left of the world
If you’re not in it
What’s gonna be left of the world
Oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favourite song
Oh, I’ll be dancing at a funeral
Dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame we had to see them burn
Shame we had to see them burn

What’s gonna be left of the world
If you’re not in it
What’s gonna be left of the world
Oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed

You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my words

So get drunk
Call me a fool
Put me in my place
Put me in my place
Pick me up
Up off the floor
Put me in my place
Put me in my place

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more