Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear out the other

One ear out the other

Burning bright right till the end

Now you’ll be missing from the photographs

Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you’re far away and you are whistling a melody

Whistling a melody

Crystallizing clear as day, oh I can picture you so easily

Picture you so easily

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it

What’s gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite song

I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It’s such a shame we had to see them burn

Shame we had to see them burn

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it

What’s gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

You might have to excuse me

I’ve lost control of all my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I’ve lost control of all my words

So get drunk, call me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my place

Pick me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Cause every minute and every hour

(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more...)