So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other
Burning bright right 'til the end
Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographsWatching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you're far away
And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easilyWhat's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
What's gonna be left of the world, ohEvery minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreWatching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favorite song
Oh I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burnWhat's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
What's gonna be left of the world, ohEvery minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreIf you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressedYou might have to excuse me
I've lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I've lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool
Put me in my place, put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor
Put me in my place, put me in my placeEvery minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you moreWatching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
'Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Songwriters
MARK CREW, DAN SMITHPublished by
Lyrics © SONY ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING,