Text: David Gray. White Ladder. Nightblindness.

A million to one outsiders
Night blindness can't see
Your bright eyes are what
The time is twenty five past eternity
Here listenin' to the sorrow
Comin' closer now further away

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' left to say
Where we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

I'm sick of all the same romances
Lost chances, cold storms
Proppin' mountains up on matchsticks
Draggin' baskets full of bones
Honey, please don't stop your talkin'
'Cause there's a feeling, won't leave me alone

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' I could say
How we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' left to say
How we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

A brighter day
A brighter day