Lucky Few

It's too bright for too late at night
My eyes are tired, all I would like
Is to close them with you
And see the things that you do

I miss you, I miss everyone
If I haven't met you yet, then I miss you most of all
I want your heat, and your sweat, and your hand in my back at the festival

Picture a room full of people all feeling the same way
It's hard to explain
Crying or laughing, you try and understand it, you can't

Are we meant just to try, try, try to overlap?

I miss you, all of you, I miss my life before
We are the lucky few, I know it's true, but, God, my eyes are sore
I want to close them with you and see the same things that you do, mm-mm

Rain on the bay, terror in the streets
Yeah, but nothing in the way of the sunlight through the trees
And your hand on my hand across enemy lands and sea, yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy John Baker
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