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 till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs.

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you're far away

And you are whistling a melody, whistling a melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily.

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh...

Every 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 more.

Watching 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 burn.

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh...

Every 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 more.

You 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 place.

Every 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 more.

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Cause every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more.