Nightblindness

A million to one outsiders Night blindness Can't see Your bright eyes are what The time is Twenty-five past eternity Here 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 stone Propping mountains up On matchsticks Dragging baskets Full of bones 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 --- Nightblindness - David Gray