We got a problem,
sitting in front of two piles of albums
We were so happy the times
that we bought them
All that we know about love is in the name
All that we have learned
Helping you out when I don't
even wanna
Carrying boxes of memories for you
I'm not a smoker,
but now I'm searching for a light
Now we're having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh
Hey, but it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you'll be gone
We got a problem
We're playing our song
but we're done with the dancing
It won't be long before everyone's asking
Wishing that we could still
talk about it
Look at all that we have got
Your decisions will come back to haunt it
And I'll be the ghost of a lover who lost it
Is there a way we can talk about it?
I'll be having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh
Hey, but it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you'll be gone
We're just having a party
But it's feeling like a funeral
Hey, but nobody knows it but me
When morning comes, you'll be gone
Oh, that's when the music stops
And I see faces dry
I'm beside myself, have you forgot
All that we've been through?
We're just having a party,
but it's feeling like a funeral
Hey, saints go marching,
when morning comes
You'll be gone, you'll be gone
We're just having a party,
but it's feeling like a funeral
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This ain't too much, baby
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh, oh,