Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round.
So you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry, and you want to die.
The stars lean down to kiss you. And I lay awake and miss you.
We are young, we run free.
Stay up late, we don't sleep.
Got our friends, got the night.
We'll be alright.
You appear just like a dream to me.