The evening sleeps away
another day is come and gone
streetlights soak the shade
synthetic rays replace the sun
conscience, m.i.a.
when you're getting what you want
foresight blurs and fades
in retrospect we figure out
the evening sleeps away
prolongs the afterthought of doubt
of these last couple days
and why we're going there and how
foresight blinds my gaze
when circumspection spirals out
consider it penance paid
forgive what we forgot about
for at least three days on end
gonna be high for at least three days on end
gonna get up when I catch my second wind
gonna be high for at least three days on end