A million to one
outsiders
Nightblindness
Can't see
Your bright eyes are 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.
Where we gonna find the eyes to see
a brighter day?

I'm sick of all the same
old answeres,
lost chances,
cold stones.
Propping mountains up
on matchsticks,
dragging baskets
full of bones.

And honey please don't stop
your talking,
'cus 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 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?