text: When I go home alone
  I drive past the place where I was born
  And the places that I used to drink
  Young and drunk and stumbling in the street
  Outside the Joiners Arms like foals unsteady on their feet
  With the art students and the boys in bands
  High on E and holding hands with someone that I just met
  I thought, It doesnt get better than this
  There can be nothing better than this, better than this.
  And we climbed onto the roof of the museum
  And someone made love in the grass
  And I forgot my name
  And the way back to my mothers house
  With your Blackpool eyes and your bitten lips
  The world is at your fingertips
  It doesnt get better than this
  What else could be better than this?
  Oh, do you know what I have seen?
  I have seen the fields aflame
  And everything I ever did
  Was just another way to scream your name
  Over and over and over and over again
  Over and over and over and over again
  And were just children wanting children of our own
  I want a space to watch things grow
  But did I dream too big? Do I have to let it go?
  And what if one day there is no such thing as snow?
  Oh God, what do I know?
  And I dont know anything
  Except that green is so green
  And theres a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring
  Oh, do you know what I have seen?
  I have seen the fields aflame
  But everything I ever did
  Was just another way to scream your name
  Over and over and over and over again
  Over and over and over and over again
  Oh, do you know what I have seen?
  I have seen the fields aflame
  But everything I ever did
  Was just another way to scream your name