Night
52 was the cruelest of those nights
Would have been easier to just pick a fight
Would have been easier to just pick a fightWhite
And then suddenly a hint of blood, a shout
You were turning down your face I held you tight
You were turning down your face I held you tightI want it open
So cut it open, cut it open
So you could see through it
And now I'm less like, now I'm less like,
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
I tried
But to live with fallen numbers
You shed life and pain again
Cos 52 is stuck in my headOne
On the 23rd of them, we lived as one
We were winded but nothing had come undone
We were winded but nothing had come undoneFrom
41, I can only recall your palms
But it was you who said no mercy for bygones
It was you who said no mercy for bygonesI want it open
So cut it open, cut it open
So you could see through me
And now I'm less like, now I'm less like,
Now I'm less like for the rain to come through
I tried
But to live with fallen numbers
You shed life and pain again
Cos 52 is stuck in my headI tried
But to live with fallen numbers
You shed life and pain again
Cos 52 is stuck in my head