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