Eighteen

The state of things ain't quite what it was

Last time I saw you

We're on the brink of a war, small boats on the shore

And I still adore you

And next week isn't quite looking like something that I wanna see

So fill up that glass, I wanna drink something that makes me feel complete

These days aren't always about our innermost hopes and dreams

They're the stolen nights beneath the lights of a neon colour scheme

And I don't know where it goes

'Cause this river ebbs and flows

But if I find you