If I can get through the day, 
I'll have a date with the moon.
That's how I spend all my worthless time on the sand, 
Thinking that my ship will [bad word] soon.
Look at these hands, 
They've been in gloves for years.
That's how I spend all my worthless rounds in the ring, 
Hoping that the other guy will disappear.

But you and your face of light.
It's a brilliant roman candle that separates the day from the night.
It's that clean, clear [bad word] that sorts our the wrong from the right.
You and your face of light.

If I can get through tonight, 
I'm waking up with my wings.
There's no way I can sleep my way through a fight, 
And I think I'm gonna like what tomorrow brings.
Look at my eyes, 
Don't even know who I am.
That's how I spend all my worthless time on the floor, 
Waiting for you to tell me I'm a man.

But you and your face of light.
It's a brilliant roman candle that separates the day from the night.
It's that clean, clear [bad word] that sorts our the wrong from the right.
You and your face of light