All Mine

My hands are clasped over your eyes I'll take them off you soon
It's overcast but still to bright to look I promise you

Long at last I've finished with the worst times
Now I guess I'll settle with a smile
The thing that he said on Sunday morning
It should be a crime to be this boring
You'd think a stranger would demur

I don't need someone to make me feel much better
Just someone who feels alright with going nowhere

It's not that I've settled with the vast lies
I can say now that the pleasure's all mine

The thing that he said on Sunday morning
It probably isn't worth recalling
You'd think that I would have some shame

I don't need someone to make me feel much better
Just someone who feels alright with going nowhere
I don't need someone to make me feel much better
Just someone who feels alright with going nowhere at all

 My hands are clasped over your eyes I'll take them off you soon...

- - Night Manager