A million to one    outsiders   Nightblindness    Can't see   Your bright eyes or what   the time is   Twenty five past eternity   Here listening to the sirens   coming closer   now further away.      What we gonna do,    when the money runs out?   I wish that there was something left to say.   Where we gonna find the eyes to see   a brighter day?      I'm sick of all the same   old answeres,    lost chances,   cold stones.   Propping mountains up   on matchsticks,   dragging baskets   full of bones.      And honey please don't stop   your talking,   'cus there's a feeling,   won't leave me alone.      What we gonna do   when the money runs out?   I wish that there was something I could say.   How we gonna find the eyes to see   a brighter day?      What we gonna do,    when the money runs out?   I wish that there was something left to say   How we gonna find the eyes to see,   a brighter day?