The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow
A blue glow from the tv again, the cutains never open, faces never show
And every time a light is turned on there's a light that's turned off somewhere
For every failing feeling that's lost there's a perfest cost, there's a debt you can't share
And every night they play the same song to the same offbeat believers
And everyone is singing along wearing blueblack eyes, wearing dead men's neck-ties
Clocks stopped at the corner of Albert will show your last bus left an hour ago, so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not to proud to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd that lonely people talk too loud
Numbers on a washroom stall
There's always more then one last call calling you