| All the nights
|
| Waking up slowly in the pale light
|
| Looking for any signs of life
|
| And all we had
|
| Handing it over to the symmetry
|
| Handing it over to delight
|
| And there’s no side empty now
|
| I watch you sleep and work it all, work it all out
|
| To cut us down to size
|
| Handing it over to the hours
|
| Hand it over as they slide
|
| There’s daylight
|
| In plain sight
|
| In the harshest light
|
| Tripping on home, smoking desire
|
| When all I’m craving’s fire
|
| Could you be something cool and mist
|
| And there’s no side empty now
|
| I watch you sleep and work it all, work it all out
|
| To cut us down to size
|
| Handing it over to the daylight
|
| Handing it over to the night
|
| Handing it over to the hours
|
| Handing it over as they slide
|
| All the names I said in vain
|
| The words I threw across a page
|
| Train ride, I was drifting away
|
| To hold my breath, to just give way
|
| 'Cause there’s a side empty now
|
| Nothing he would think could work it all, work it all out
|
| And it’s all weightless and physical
|
| Just walk in here like a miracle
|
| Although the stairway’s fine
|
| Handing it over to the hours
|
| Handing it over as they slide
|
| Handing it over to the daylight
|
| Handing it over to the night
|
| Over to the night (Over to the night)
|
| Over to the night (Over to the night)
|
| Over to the night (Over to the night)
|
| Over to the night (Over to the night)
|
| (Over to the night) |