The party is over
And we go home sober
But I stay up until sunrise
Now that dream has been recognised
And the waiting comes easy
But it's what next that scares me
It's that little knock on the front door
And another show about the Cold War
And our time is wasted closing eyes

So you turn the alarm off
Just another two weeks til we're good enough
Where's that holiday that we dreamed of?
Where's the hit parade that we wrote off?
That time just rolled on by your side