the highlight was wrong   the highlight was dead and gone   too many crowns makes his head feel low   too many soldiers on his back   too many needles makes veins explode   and i know he's not coming back      we could be strong and misbehave   i might be wiser than you   coming when the race was run   these hands of mine are torn   and he knows this now   he knows this now      we could be strong   we could be brave   we could make everything seem ok   find this night   find a light   find a place to colour in the sky   the sun is raining again   and I won't waste these hands of mine   who knows when this time   who knows when this time      the headlights were down   the headlights were down and round me   too many coffees pulls his head to the wall   too many stories under me   too many voices now i'll silence them all   and you'll be there taping up my knee      we could be strong   we could be brave   we could make everything seem ok   find this night   find a light   find a place to colour in the sky   the sun is raining again   and I won't waste these hands of mine   who knows when this time   who knows when this time   we could be strong