This is a throwing away. I should be saving the day,
Or the world, perhaps both. But it depends on the girl,
If you remember me at all would you send me a word,
Or a curse, perhaps both, it can't make matters worse.

Is it really,
My place to fight for this cause,
Or could it be perhaps my inclusion is irrelevant,
To all of you involved, to those who got involved.

Night time, curtains wide, so many bright lights but most, they,
Just sit by bedsides, 40 watts of glow until they blow.
It's day but the curtains are shut. The bright light’s there should you need,
A little something to look up to, but shout, before it ends up burning out.

Experience supports life, but in the end it's the same.
You're bound to end up bitter if you can't see the games.
So keep them peeled for the bitter ones,
Because the shortness of the game is going to leave you aha... stunned.

Is it really,
My place to fight for this cause,
Or could it be perhaps my inclusion is irrelevant,
To all of you involved, to those who got involved.

Night time, curtains wide, so many bright lights but most, they,
Just sit by bedsides, 40 watts of glow until they blow.
It's day but the curtains are shut. The bright light's there should you need,
A little something to look up to, but shout, before it ends up burning out.

Night time, curtains wide, so many bright lights but most, they,
Just sit by bedsides, 40 watts of glow until they blow.
It's day but the curtains are shut. The bright light’s there should you need,
Something to look up to, but shout, before it ends up burning out.

And I should hate for you to think that I was failing,
And I couldn’t take heed of advice.
Do I consider any of this worth saving?
Yes, maybe I need telling twice.

I stare when I tell myself not to,
It's drummed in be crowded trains.
And to make matters worse,
I was only ever kissed by Murphy's curse.
So I only ever catch the last train.

Night time, curtains wide, so many bright lights but most, they,
Just sit by bedsides, 40 watts of glow until they blow.