А million to one outsiders
Nightblindness
Can’t see
Your bright eyes are what
The time is
Twenty-five past eternity
Hear you listening
To the silence
Coming closer
Now further away
Chorus:
What 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 day
I’m sick of all the same romances
Lost chances
Cold storms
Propping mountains up
On matchsticks
Dragging baskets
Full of bones
And honey please don’t stop
Your talking
’cause there’s a feeling
Won’t leave me alone
Chorus
What 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 day
What 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 day
The bright of day
The bright of day