Two summers with the light on
Too tired to fall asleep
Too dumb to keep your clothes on
Too cynical to speak

Is there any wonder why I bother
Hanging round to take the pain
Is there any wonder why I bother
Hanging round for you to feel the same

Cos in my world I can wait
Turn you round to your face
For a time and for a place to do you wrong
So get your guns

Her picture in your pocket
Her memory at your door
Too tired to unlock it
Too scared to ask for more

Is there any wonder why I bother
Hanging round to take the pain
Is there any wonder why I bother
Coming down for you to fix the blame

Cos in my world I can wait
Turn you round to your face
For a time and for a place to do you wrong
So get your guns

Is there any wonder why I bother
Hanging round to take the pain
Is there any wonder why I bother
Hanging round for you to feel the same

Cos in my world I can wait
Turn you round to your face
For a time and for a place to do you wrong
So get your guns so get your guns so get your guns
so get your gun