300 Nights

All my debt to you All my pleasure in pain Dimwit I was, Dimmer I'll be Dim all the lights and we'll see what we see I am music, a song made for playing These dumb little notes Wounds in my back Speaks silent all night of the coming attack Brutes with no vigor and towns with no past whose founders, whose fingers forever Come round here all the time You don't know what you're saying I know it's in the Never in the playing around there all the time You don't know what you're saying I know it's in the Never in the playing All my debt to you All my pleasure in pain Three hundred nights like three hundred walls Must rise between my love and me Now I see all the black hearts between us