Besedila: Joel Plaskett. Other. Absentminded Melody.

It?s dusk as all the shadows fall
The sun is laid to rest
At night the city comes to life
As the light dies in the west
Here we stand as some local band
Sets circles ?round the clock
Smoke so thick you need a lighthouse
So loud I can?t hear myself talk

Someone whispered in my ear
?It?s not like it was before?
I don?t know what happened here
I guess we just got bored
The good old days
Well I suppose, I?m glad they?re behind us now
The only thing worse than growing up
Is never quite learning how
Late at night we toss and we turn
Lay awake ?til dawn
We close our eyes as the sun comes up we?re gone