Once I had a child he was wilder than moonlight
He could do it all like he'd been here before
Down on our words and we've nothing to be
In the midnight moonlight I'll be walking a long and lonely mile
And every time I do I keep seeing this picture of you
Here comes that man again It's always round midnight
That Amsterdam creeps into my PC after a long hard day selling pornography
Here comes the night Oh she`s with him they`re turning down the lights
Now he`s holding her the way I used to do I can see her closing her eyes 
and telling him lies exactly like she told me too
When you look in the sky, just try looking inside
God knows what you might find Here comes the night time
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap
Here comes yet another day, creeping through my window.
Drank myself to sleep last night, beer stains on my pillow.
If I went back where I've been And I knew what I know now then
Well I'd probably do it again 'Cause I'm just a man
At the end of the day I ain't got nothing to say
Don't know whether to run or should I drop to my knees and pretend I'm religious because
It's cold and I'm scared and the whispers are invaders and voices a question to God
So now we're drownin' in birthday cakes Here it comes
The place and the time that we knew that things could go wrong Keep it clean.
Modern debt Essential luck The dog hair in the gloss 
Fortunate or not enough? Set it in a frame Here it comes again
Here is your crown And your seal and rings And here is your love For all things.
Here is your cart, And your cardboard and piss And here is your love For all of this.
Here my dear Bring you near Won't complain Contain my fear 
World's insane With black rain Where we go I don't know
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
Hot lines under a rain of drum Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub She's acting her reaction She's in parties
I bet you're looking for the little red x Next to the red arrow And the words 'you are here'
I bet you're hoping that your heart will send up the white flag this time 
Or some sign that the coast is clear
Everything's ending here. And all the sterile striking it
Defends an empty deck you cast away as rain up on your forehead

Wednesday, August 19, 2020