at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything

go!Cantar con nosotros, let's goOh whoa, oh whoaOh whoa, oh

flock of birdsHoverin' aboveJust a flock of birdsThat's how

oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohOh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, 1: Chris

be real for a minuteI'm finally ready to admit

could be worse, I could be aloneI could be

my heart and hold my tongueI feel my

lights go out and I can't be savedTides that

the great North StarTry to work out where you

wedding bells are ringing up upon that hillAnd I don't

can’t come downNot for the life of meNot nowSome

INTRO. Excerpt from "Cry Cry Cry" plays over a black screen

you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you

do we go? Nobody knowsI've gotta say, I'm on

1: Midnight (Chris the darkness before the dawnIn the

hard to be a football fanIn Luton Town F.CSometimes you

yeah...What I like the brothers and sistersIn the audience to

we goWait, went digging for goldI went down

And the hardest partWas letting go, not taking partWas the hardest

Sometimes you're happy sometimes you frownWith your hormones bouncing up and