Text: Kids In Glass Houses. Dirt. Matters At All.

Is it so hard to remember
When we go back to September
We were
We were like.

You're a throw back to forever
In your denim jeans and leather
Yes you
Yeah we were like.

All these things that you like to leave behind
All these things that you like to leave behind.

And if it matters at all
If it matters at all
You'll wait until your first time
You'll wait until there's something wrong
Cos you'll always be the one who says
Goodnight, Goodnight, (Goodnight).

I'm watching
I'm choking
As you took a draw back on a cinder
Hanging limp between your fingers
We were
Yeah we were like.

As you crashed out as a heartthrob
When you woke up in a day job
We were
Yeah we were like
We were like.

All these things that you like to leave behind
All these things that you like to leave behind.

And if it matters at all
If it matters at all
You'll wait until your first time
You'll wait until there's something wrong
Cos you'll always be the one who says
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight.

And if it matters at all
If it matters at all
You'll wait until your first time
You'll wait until there's something wrong
If it matters at all
If it matters at all
You'll wait until your first time
You'll wait until there's something wrong
Cos you'll always be the one who says
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, Goodnight.


(Thanks to beth for these lyrics)