Written by B Leen, R Wilson
The night never happened
if it's alright with you
Not a word of our weakness,
so much as a clue
There's a place outside
I'm glad to play no part
The fairest arms can tally up
the faintest stars
Wash away my weekend
Shatter my sight
C'mon sweet amnesia
You're needed here tonight
Take a seat in the shadows
Forget it, as it goes
Dissipate in the morning air,
all you know
If you find out
you'll find every lie you might
I was nowhere near last night
Whitewash everything in sight
These suspicions have been
long drained dry
Our persistence holds them here
a maze of bars
and rented rooms remain
Enought to make you almost look away
The night never happened
if it's alright with you
Another for the collection
of things we didn't do
That private party is over
That God we got new starts
The fairest arms can tally
up the faintest stars
When it comes down
in a clear and certain light,
I was nowhere near last night
I was nowhere near last night
Whitewash everything in sight
Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp, Chronic Tosspot Music, Rutle Corps Music (ASCAP)
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1allwarecom/~bounacos