Walking out, autumn evening
Faces pressed against the window
Noses flattened as a stone
Dinner's over and it's dark
And the days are getting shorter
But the nights are getting longer,
And the days are getting shorter
And she says that she's sorry,
does she mean it this time?
I don't know, I don't know.
down a hallway to an old friend
Will he recognize your thanks?
Will he want you to be his?
He will nev er let you down
He's secure in his career,
He's secure in his career
And he says that he's sorry
But he lies through his teeth,
Someone asks you for the lights
You smoke and stare down at the floor
What's been happening here?
You think you missed it all
You think you missed it all
eyes too heavy with the strain
Need to sleep and sleep will come
The way it does, the way it does
Sleep will come, the way it does
And I think that I'm sorry
And I think that I'm sorry,
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