Pushing our way through all the young smokers 

we'll open the window for air 

Feeling the time as I read between lines 

fallow them all back to here 

And the tale's getting taller as I'm listening 

and it grows over your head now I can't see a thing 



Yesterdays voices are now getting louder 

they only crowd up my head 

speaking so quickly with too many questions 

I try not to listen 

Hiding on rooftops from the mess that's downstairs 

And we're stumbling from corners, trying hard to fall again 



When the sun goes down I am with you 

When the sun comes up I am there 

When the sun goes down I am with you 

All of this seems too late 

All of this seems too late 



And the tale's getting taller as I'm listening 

and it grows over your head now I can't see a thing 



When the sun goes down I am with you 

When the sun comes up I am there 

When the sun goes down I am with you 

All of this seems too late 

All of this seems too late 



When the sun goes down I am with you 

When the sun comes up I am there 

When the sun goes down I am with you 

All of this seems too late 

All of this seems too late