Living Room - David Gray, Mark Smith, Neill Maccoll

My good friends speak

Like they did last year

Last night’s just a blur

Through a head full of beer

My good friends speak

Like they did last year

And last year’s just a blur

Through a head full of beer

Where’s your wisdom

Put that broken bottle down

Let the wind in your sails

Take you out of this town so sad

I think I’m dying

And if life’s just a living room

Then I’m in the hall and I’m glad

And if life’s just a living room

Then I’m in the hall and I’m glad

Oh I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad

Now the dawn it has broke

Still the night don’t clear

Memories falling in the mornin' rain

I’m up too close, to see it clear

And last year’s just a blur

Through a head full of beer

And where’s your wisdom

Put that broken bottle down

Let the wind in your sails

Take you out of this town so sad

I think I’m dying

And if life’s just a living room

Then I’m in the hall and I’m glad

And if life’s just a living room

Then I’m in the hall and I’m glad

Oh I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad