Lucky Few

Broken and battered, all weathered and tattered, but the cracks let a little light in

And I hope that you notice by the next moon she's going, only love can leave a place like this

Nervous and nauseous, I'm shaking and coughing, oh, them lucky few

Let old things run cold, make new things be bold, just remember that it's all right here

Let old things run cold, make new things be bold, just remember that it's all right here

Nights are warm, the days are long, my feet can't touch the ground

Lights are gone, nobody's home, and we won't make a sound

Nervous and nauseous, shaking and coughing, oh, them lucky few