When never made any plans did we
And plans are for the other half
Like children and money
And we make use of what we've got
I'm thirsty you're funny
To each their own and I own nothing
But baby the world is ours
But the problem with empty rooms
Is if you can't fill them with blooms
They just become a cell and then you're running
Lets catch up with the old crew
And froth the air with smoke and laughter
And I'll buy the wine
But wait we hate each other
It's flat nostalgia
And you're dead so you can't come
But baby was the world ours
Cause the problem with empty rooms they tend to fill with drugs and booze
And when you add no plans that isn't funny
Who cares remember the way you were
Dark foil to my careful humour
And I was lost but you were so far gone just a glimmer
Like brother and sister
Or father and a daughter
But baby why can't the world be ours?
Cause the problem with empty rooms
They can start to resemble tombs
You gotta make the plans cause that is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living
That is living