A million to one outsiders
Nightblindness
Can't seeYour bright eyes are what
The time is
Twenty five past eternityHear you listening
To the silence
Coming closer
Now further awayWhat we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
Where we going to find the eyes to see
The bright of dayI'm sick of all the same romances
Lost chances
Cold stonePropping mountains up
On matchsticks
Dragging baskets
Full of bonesHoney please don't stop
Your talking
'Cause there's a feeling
Won't leave me aloneWhat we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something I could say
How we going to find the eyes to see
The bright of day?What we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we going to find the eyes to see
The bright of dayThe bright of dayThe bright of day