It's so far gone you can't see it if you're squinting But still talk about it half of the day When it's hurting close the curtains You've got to feel it but you don't got to say You've got to feel it but you don't got to say Nine hours of mourning in the milky way Her flat's got curtains and a mezzanine I guess it's going to waste And as the feeling fades You couldn't give it away Better it's going to waste It's so far gone that it's barely in the Background like I left the TV playing again Something different steals the picture But I just pull myself back to it again When it's hurting keep it hurting And I can prove how much I care till it fades Nne hours of mourning in the milky way Her flat's got curtains and a mezzanine I guess it's going to waste And as the feeling fades You couldn't give it away Better it's going to waste Nine hours of mourning in the milky way Her flat's got curtains and a mezzanine I guess it's going to waste And as the feeling fades I couldn't give it away Better it's going to waste But I guess it's going to waste And as the feeling fades I couldn't give it away I guess it's going to waste Better it's going to waste Better it's going to waste Better it's going to waste