(Clarke / Bell)
Past five in the morning, feeling worse for the weather it seems
But what a feeling, what an endless night this has been

And we can't stay here, 'cause we won't be forever young
We'll have to go down before innocence is lost

And I dream you're with me
You hold me sweetly
And rock me gently to sleep
In your arms

Woah, woah

I've been getting used to all the crying and the games that you play
And if I carry on I'm going to end up with a hole in my head

And there's more to life than thrills and spills and dollar bills
We'll have to get through, some way and somehow

And I dream you're with me
You hold me sweetly
And rock me gently to sleep
In your arms

And I dream you're with me
You hold me sweetly
And rock me gently to sleep
In your arms
Woah, woah