Jon Langford
Out in the Night
My hand around yoursFumbling for a minute or twoI don't know what I'm doing anymoreAppalled at my whispered confessionIhe truth ofit slipping awayWith every echo of your repetitionMy personal ignoranceIs now public knowledgeSome magical endingthat was supposed to happenSomething left out of this storyAbsence taking shape before meI'm always walking into thingsThen trying to get away'Cos I know that if I startI will never stopThere's a note that ringsCarried by the windOut in the nightPlease
From Letras Mania