The run-down streets, the civil wars
you don't go there anymore
it's how you used to live
the trampled hopes, the made-up laws
the itchy feet, the pub quiz bores
it's so hard to forgive
all sweet things
all sweet things will come again
all sweet things come again
weekend slimmers count their chains
still wanting someone else to blame
you watch them come and go
empty nightclub escapades
they tell you more than words can say
that open doors get closed
all sweet things
all sweet things will come again
all sweet things come again
the empty rooms, the empty house
someday soon you'll work it out
still finding the way back home
the schoolyard ghosts, the playtime fears
you take your pills they disappear
the people that you've known
Am F Am F
all sweet things
all sweet things will come
all sweet things
all sweet things will come
Am F Am F
when the heartbeat slows
all sweet things
when the silence grows
when the heartbeat slows
all sweet things will come
when the silence grows