When the night is young
And you're highly strung
Cause your mind's come undone.
And the bad guy's won
But what's done is done
And the sun's said so long
Well, I suggest
That you do your best
To sow your thoughts together,
cause you must confess
And this is just a guess
It won't be dark forever

So in honour of the street lights, I live
But this guitar makes me feel sick
And unless you're a martyr, like most,
Illumination ain't much to boast,
cause you'll be more inconsolable
the more you know.

When things go wrong
And there is no song
For you to ride on.
And you're a pawn
And you feel forelorn
And the game's been overdrawn.
Well, if you want it worse
Then look no further
Than your friends and lovers
It's kind to be cruel
But you can be made to feel a fool
By your friends and lovers
I keep my wits about me when I'm out
With my friends and lovers
Joanne's so full of doubt
cause she thinks she can do without
Her friends and lovers

cause in honour of the street lights, she lives
But this guitar makes her feel sick
And unless she's a martyr, like most,
Illumination ain't much to boast,
cause you'll be more inconsolable
the more you know.

When the undertaker's come
To bury your tongue
cause it's all been said and done.
And the pastor's lost
cause he can't find god,
And the earth is all he's got.
Well, I suggest
That you thank your friends
And the lovers who you've lost
It ain't enough
to simply suffer
at the cusp
you've got to know
just how much
most of it's just bad luck
and the only ones you can trust
are your friends and lovers

So in honour of the street lights, we live
But this guitar makes us) feel sick
And unless you're a martyr, like most,
Illumination ain't much to boast,
cause you'll be more inconsolable
the more you know.