Ben Howard

Another Friday Night
They found him in the gutter of the business end of another friday night Someone had clearly been there before I didn't feel I had to ask him why I have never understood why we need to know the reasons for everyone else’s strides Sometimes you don't need sympathy to get the words right Caught in anguish He was Sometimes that's enough For he was singing Oh looks like the end again Her body bleaching out into the waves It’s still the loudest thing Oh I wish I had all my friends somewhere drinking The sunny afternoon into oblivion But that's not your fault How could that be my fault? So we walked into a house party of someone, someone somehow knew all about And all the young girls turned up late and drank us all to some kind of stand still With looks averted all before and distant ideas of death and thrills And in absence asks the host if he had any left And somehow I did feel like yesterday was ours But it's gone Yesterday was ours All along And they were singing Letras de canciones Oh looks like the end again Her body bleaching out into the waves Its still the loudest thing Oh I wish I had all my friends Out there drinking the sunny afternoon into oblivion But that's not your fault How could that be your fault? From Letras Mania