Texty: David Gray. White Ladder. Nightblindness.

A million to one outsiders
Nightblindness can't see your bright eyes
Or what the time is
Twenty five past eternity
Here listening to the sirens
Coming closer now further away

What we gonna do when the
money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we gonna find the eyes to see
a brighter day

I'm sick of all the same answers
Lost chances cold stones
Propping mountains up on matchsticks
Dragging baskets full of bones
And honey please don't stop your talking
Cos there's a feeling won't leave me alone

What we gonna do when the
money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we gonna find the eyes to see
a brighter day

What we gonna do when the
money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we gonna find the eyes to see
a brighter day