Forecast - Broken Bottles lyrics

We're riding a low
A slow pace where we have to grow up
We're riding a low where the blood
Thins from those long nights
The room spins as i watch you turn
Waiting for the words
We're so sick of being alone
So come over stay longer
Wasting time on mistakes we've made
My eyes will tell you i
Haven't slept for days we're riding a low
A slow pace where we have to crawl home
Were riding a low
Where nothing make us whole
So we'll bend our backs back to the start
And start again