On the ugly side of midnight without a script The mask has slipped And make-up runs in mirrors down the stair It’s the usual case of The only point being proven Is the one that was first made Wait till the morning The hours will turn you as you lay Wait till the morning When no one’s listening anyway No greater good will come of it Just wait… When eyes are bloodshot tired it’s time to make a swift escape and stop Trying to change a shovel into a spade It’s all the same But the evening lacks the foresight to concede And no one sees The names upon the leaderboard Cause no one’s in the lead Wait till the morning The hours will turn you as you sleep Wait till the morning Burn the fiendish effigy Throw out the lofty arguments There are no more ways to say these things We are all designed to wax and wane The light will come back on again Just wait…