Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
My dear friend, my dear friend
Balled up his fists, right hooked the wall
Mashed up his knuckles, his knees bent and buckled
As he fell to the concrete, I caught him in the heart of Leicester Square
And the tourists, they stopped and stared
Took out their phones in the midnight glare
And with his broken hands, he hid his face
As I tried to hold him in place
An hour earlier, he seemed like he'd lost it
Pacing through the West End, making no sense
Oscillating in between, "Leave me alone
You are just like the rest"
And, "Don't leave me here, I'm sorry, mate, I feel so broken"
I say, "We're all broken in some way"
And some might say, "Leave the man to his demons"
But he's my friend, who else is going to reach him?
Now there's a chance
We might not make it through the night
Whatever comes
I hope I get to see it with you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My dearest friend, I could have been a better friend
Who wants to be alone at the bitter end?
That night, when you just had a panic attack
All I could offer was a pat on the back
I don't mind hugs, to be honest
I just felt odd in that moment
I'm a broken man, too, with the wrong set of tools
Too proud to admit I don't know what to do
But I am here now, two broken men in Leicester Square
Underneath the tears and the screaming and the glare
While you're scattered on the pavement
I wrestle down your madness
I don't know if I'm helping, but I'm hoping that my presence is enough
'Cause you were there for me when things were tough
My hands are just as broken up
Swear down, these broken hands will hold you up
Now there's a chance
We might not make it through the night
Whatever comes
I hope I get to see it with you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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