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 [bad word] closer
Now further away
 [bad word] 
What we gonna do
When the [bad word] out
I wish that there was something left to say
Where we going to find the eyes to see
brighter day

I'm sick of all the same old answers
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
 [bad word] 
What we gonna do
When the [bad word] out
I wish that there was something I could say
How we going to find the eyes to see
brighter day

What we gonna do
When the [bad word] out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we going to find the eyes to see
brighter day?

brighter day
brighter day