And I go home alone

I drive past the place that I was born

And the places that I used to drink

Young and drunk and stumbling in the street

Outside the joiners arms like foals unsteady on their feet

With the art students and the boys in bands

High ... and holding hands with someone that I just met.

I thought it doesn't get better than this

Better than this

There can be nothing better than this

Better than this

And we climbed onto the roof, the museum

And someone made love in the glass

And I'd forgot my name

And the way back to my mother's house

With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips

The world is at your fingertips

It doesn't get better than this

What else could be better than this?

Oh, don't you know I have seen

I have seen the fields aflame

And everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name.

Over and over and over and over again

Over and over and over and over again.

And we're just children wanting children of our own

I want a space to watch things grow

But did I dream too big?

Do I have to let it go?

What if one day there is no such thing as snow?

Oh god, what do I know?

And I don't know anything

Except that green is so green

And there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring.

Oh, don't you know I have seen

I have seen the fields aflame

And everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name.

Over and over and over and over again

Over and over and over and over again.

Oh, don't you know that I have seen

I have seen the fields aflame

But everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name.