(lyrics are written by Alison Moyet/Glenister)

Turn the light out, suddenly your eyes are tired
Rest on the heel of your hand; wait for the feeling to subside
And he stirs?

And even now you want him, even in a room this blue
Here with these words in your mouth, and that's still good enough for you
It's what you do.

If all that we make here is sorrow
And all that we get we just borrow
I'll still buy so can we try one more time?

Nobody made us. No one dragged us kicking here
If easy was on the cards, then someone made it disappear
And he smiles?

And even now you hate him, only now he wants you too
The liberties you take for what he won't be giving you
That's what you do.

If all that we make here is sorrow
And all that we get we just borrow
I'll still buy so can we try one more time?

He turns the light on. Sits down where he watches you
Tells you he couldn't sleep, he has something to share with you
That's what we do.

If all that we make here is sorrow
And all that we get we just borrow
I'll still buy so can we try one more time?
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Thanks to (archa) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 5, 2008