Favourite Day

With our backs all turned to morning light And all our timing gone We can find some common surface To put all our worries on We can pour them out, or let them drip Then split them one by one They can dry out, let them lie out In the eyes of the morning sun Don't stop waiting 'till you feel it all When I left you weighing your choices up And all the light had gone You had tied the ends together Made them fight out all night long Now the good half turns to what you had The bad half's giving up You can tear it out and bury it Put all your worries off --- Favourite Day - Bombay Bicycle Club