[Busy crowd noise like a public tavern, shouts, calls, wolf-whistle [Spoken word]I'm a little bit tipsy, but I'll try my best to sing this for you, ok

Another cheap thrill in a crowded bar

Sinking pints to forget who we are

You smile like you’ve got a secret to spill

But it’s all just noise, we’re standing still

We’re the heartbreak kids with empty pockets

Whispers drowned by the jukebox rockets

We chase the night, we lose the fight

But we’ll keep going, won’t we?

Your lipstick’s smudged, my shoes are shot

We’re laughing at everything we’re not

Down the backstreets, stumbling blind

The night don’t care, it’s one of our kind

And here we are, ghosts in the glow

Chasing lights that don’t lead us home

Another story in the glass we tip

Another promise that we’ll never slip

We’re the heartbreak kids with empty pockets

Whispers drowned by the jukebox rockets

We chase the night, we lose the fight

But we’ll keep going, won’t we?

We’re ink-stained hands and faded jeans

The stuff of songs and broken dreams

The streets don’t love, but they’ll remember

The heartbreak kids of last December