5am and still we're talking, rambling on about past 
lovers
tears are us and laughter plenty
here's to one you'd clean forgotten
your not so kind I'm more forgiving
could I just have been that drunken fool
on the evidence of tonight it seems
hind-sights failure points straight to me, points 
straight to you

tell you the thoughts of raising anchor charges the blood 
and rushes through me
what have you now that keeps you grounded
I have nothing but my fears and frailties and lazy old me

Where in the world would I run everywhere I love it is 
well haunted
and where in the world would run