Goodnight

Sitting and watching from a window
Another glass, another line
Hours ourselves and days and years
Or so much longer at night

I'll just take another look outside
'Till I cannot help myself brace the night

If the bottle is empty once again
Will scratches and scrapes
From my Tudor biro pen

I'll just take another look outside
'Till I cannot help myself brace the night
The night
The night
The night cannot be long

There you are, standing in the dark
Oh, there you are, standing in the dark