I woke up alone The only thing I know is that yesterday night I played a show And lost my voice My throat is fucked up because of the alcohol The weather out of the window takes my mind back to London town Where the streets are full of dreams And all the way around you can hear people whispering We are the kids with holes in our sneakers Waiting for another night to believe and We used to drive that same old car That brought us to the most amazing places we've seen so far Only one smoke left in the pack For the next one we hope to find a new friend Still singin' along and we mean it While that song constantly keeps on repeating 'Late for the sky' keeps on spinnin' 33 rounds per minute Jackson is singin' out something softly And he's softly killing me Out there is snowing But his voice always seems to be able to warm our hearts