I'm feeling childish in the morning   I woke up twelve again   I didn't like it first time 'round   And I hoped I'd aged a bit since then      Dressed-down and foolish in the morning   Too childish, foolish for this world   A withered limb to drag around   To drag around a withered girl      As I walk home amid the scent of summer   Streetlights turn the trees to rust   Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust   And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches   I get lost   Drunk on the dying light   Carry me home tonight      I'm feeling fragile in the morning   Was it what I drank or what I said?   I try to always tell the truth   The truth, she finds you in the end      And I walk home amid the scent of summer   Streetlights turn the trees to rust   Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust   And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches   I get lost   Drunk on the dying light   Carry me home tonight      And I walk home amid the scent of summer   Streetlights turn the trees to rust   Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust   And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches   I get lost   Drunk on the dying light   Carry me home tonight      And I walk home amid the scent of summer   Streetlights turn the trees to rust   Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust   And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches   I get lost   Drunk on the dying light   Gets me through the night