yesterday just took out all the wind out of my sails I'd give anything I could to change my side to stab my hands to nail If I could believe it's true not only in my mind I'm betrayed by my own memory a loss not justified but we can do anything and we can go anywhere you can hear me whisper waiting for midnight waiting for silence climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence good times were never much better then this tomorrow holds a hand out to the hunger of yesterday from a long embracing understanding cool retreat all hemingway
now I think we have no choice but meet this eye to eye then we'll struggle with our bancho's ghost no martyrs left to crucify but we can do anything and we can go anywhere you can hear me whisper waiting for midnight waiting for silence clinging to the solitude that we are dispossessed waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence good times were never much better then this waiting for midnight waiting for silence climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence good times were never much better then this