When you're tired of failing and all out of time
In a state of loathing and torn inside
Over and over I can't sing it right
But if you need me I'll be here by your side
We should be laughing, let it all out
But how can you be singing if you're closing your mouth?
In the air from a great height
Suddenly you're falling and blinded by light
In the evening way over the trees
The silver is twinkling but what just does it mean?
If you could ever sit through another film with no name
What joy would it bring you and would you see it again ,all night?
Where you been,hymn after hymn?
Singing alone down on your knees alright,alright
So did you find in the end then
That it was all the above?
Or were you stuck wondering what you're thinking of?
I guess we'll never mind feeling much alone
Could it be?
Could it be all night?