300 Nights - Augie March

All my debt to you

All my pleasure in pain

Dimwit I was, Dimmer I’ll be

Dim all the lights and we’ll see what we see

I am music, a song made for playing

These dumb little notes

Wounds in my back Speaks silent all night

Of the coming attack

Brutes with no vigour

And towns with no past whose founders, whose fingers forever

Come round here all the time

You don’t know what you’re saying

I know it’s in the …

Never in the playing

Around there all the time

You don’t know what you’re saying

I know it’s in the …

Never in the playing

All my debt to you

All my pleasure in pain

Three hundred nights like three hundred walls

Must rise between my love and me

Now I see all the black hearts between us