Nightblindness - David Gray

A million to one outsiders
Nightblindness 
Can't see 
Your bright eyes are what 
The time is 
Twenty five past eternity 
Hear you 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 storms 
Propping mountains up 
On matchsticks 
Dragging baskets full of bones 
And 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