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