John, the distance of time is stuck   And when the sharp fucks play   I could be with you today   So John, I hung all the songs   But I'm miles from the smiles   And I've nowhere to sleep      If I don't grow old    I can't become an antique   So i just stay a freak   For someone to keep      These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the thorns they wear in their crown   These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the words buried deep in the ground   And they're not to be found   And they don't make a sound      They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh      Bill, I used to write words to you   But the you in the songs are the ones who have gone   So Bill, try recalling the best of times   And the ghost on the bus is the sadness of dust   And the kids at the club are all sitting in pubs   Still looking for love   As if that was enough      And these are the days I forgot to write down   These are the thorns I wear in my crown   These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the words buried deep in the ground   Not to be found   They don't make a sound      They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh      I, I'm sad from this fog of friends   We fell down in the night   Record shop by day   And Brent, he don't surf anymore   But you drown so slow with nowhere to go   If you're fucked, it's all right   It's Saturday night and you are alive   And you are all right!      These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the thorns I wear in my crown   These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the things buried deep in the ground   These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the words buried deep in the ground   These are the days I forgot to write down   These are the words buried deep in the ground      They don't make a sound   They don't bring you down