F#756

"here come the lonely night i can’t escape my mind from a broken bough fall into finite space with the roof torn down this house is an empty place so tired of wandering around and starting over no garden grows here now just the one leaf clover and when the windows shuttered it’s always dark inside sometimes the pain is absurd still it’s what fate decides thought i saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier i used to cry like a clown and now i’m older here come the lonely night can’t escape my mind and the grinding wheel turns and the heavens burn as the pilot ignites is a lesson learned a sullen look of concern it might make you sad like the fluttering bird in a dream you had here come the lonely night i can’t escape my mind i saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier once i cried like a clown now i’m older here come the lonely night"


Moby