Nightblindness - David Gray

A 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

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

What 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 day?

The bright of day the bright of day