I'm sitting in the tub
Drying my hair, maybe she'll drop by
I get too emotional
All of England is under umbrellas
Though they don’t know it’s our tears
Kind of a hustler
I hid the piece in the sofa
No one’s getting inside
It’s not polite
To sing a lullaby
Whose words only you know

I’m twenty-seven
There’s still time
For happy songs
Baby, there’s nothing to fear
We open the roof
When teardrops fall on us from the sky
Twenty-seven years old
There’s still time
For happy songs, baby
That’s what I have, and yet something’s missing

'Cause without you, it means nothing
Whatever pulls me down
A million in cash—just background next to you
'Cause without you, it means nothing
Whatever pulls me down
A million in cash—just background next to you

I feel like no one off stage
Walking along the beach
Like Coldplay in “Yellow”
Maybe space will do us good
I think I’ve lost the fun
To the numbers
Cars, wallets
Price tags scratching my neck
Model types
I bounce off cushioned seats
In VIP booths every weekend
Singing songs

Happy birthday to me, I’ll live
Every day with R&B in my RB&B
A new wine, a harder PIN
Digits keep changing
Every few months
From indie rock to big-time money
From India, flights to Hawaii
New York—just farther away
I kind of lost myself
My ring’s got a diamond
I wear it like it’s my only finger

It’s pennies—without you, it’s worthless
Now I get why you cry
When I call you “baby”

'Cause without you, it means nothing
Whatever pulls me down
A million in cash—just background next to you
'Cause without you, it means nothing
Whatever pulls me down
A million in cash—just background next to you