Testo Night on Night

If you go walking down amongst all the dreams of others
Hands out wide, fingers brushing the silver leaves
And walk those fields right through the night all the way to morning
Leave you weaving nothing better than misery

It'll leave you and your time
Filled with woe and wine
Drowning on the shoulder of a crying sky Night on night
Night on night
Night on night
Night on night

Now every moment seems it's always already over
And anything that ever shone has been worn to dim
And everyone is either faded or cremated or just damn jaded
Like all their hopes and all their dreams that they lost them in

And through the dying light
I can see your eyes
See them filling up amongst the crying sky
Night on night
Night on nightNight on night
Night on night
Night on night
On night, on night
Night on night
On night, on night