That was a good year, the one when we still believed
Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary
I have nothing
I have nothing to base my life upon
Nothing but this feeling way down at the base of my spine
It's got nothing at all to do with my mind, no
Just a feeling
Just a feeling
Now I stalk the labyrinth of my own myth
Searching for clues with this fading glowstick
But I found nothing
No I found nothing to base my life upon
Nothing but this feeling way down at the base of my spine
That's got nothing at all to do with my mind, no
There was no coat check so we wore our dreams out on the dancefloor
We danced so hard, got so hot, that they fused to us all
We thought that we were just joking, trying dreams on for size
We never thought we'd be stuck with them for the rest of our natural lives
Summoned from the dark
Under the most extraordinary circumstances
That's where I saw you, babe
In the car park of the Farmers Market
Backlit by the sunset, or maybe the fires marking the end of the world
I stammered some pleasantries as I walked back to the car
But then I thought:
"Hold on, are these groceries really that important?
More important than getting your number and finding out who you actually are?"
Well you made it easy on me, babe
You smiled
I could see that life had got to you too
But it was nothing serious, just a flesh wound
Still working on the dream
And I said hey, babe
Ain't it time we started living?
Ain't it time we started living?
Ain't it time we started living?
Ain't it time we started living?
In a car park?
But then the future broke through and I knew that I was right
Ain't it time we started feeling?
Ain't it time we started feeling?
Ain't it time we started feeling?