In Honour of the Street Lights

When the night is young And you're highly strung Cause your mind's come undone. And the bad guy's won But what's done is done And the sun's said so long Well, I suggest That you do your best To sow your thoughts together, cause you must confess And this is just a guess It won't be dark forever So in honour of the street lights, I live But this guitar makes me feel sick And unless you're a martyr, like most, Illumination ain't much to boast, cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know. When things go wrong And there is no song For you to ride on. And you're a pawn And you feel forelorn And the game's been overdrawn. Well, if you want it worse Then look no further Than your friends and lovers It's kind to be cruel But you can be made to feel a fool By your friends and lovers I keep my wits about me when I'm out With my friends and lovers Joanne's so full of doubt cause she thinks she can do without Her friends and lovers cause in honour of the street lights, she lives But this guitar makes her feel sick And unless she's a martyr, like most, Illumination ain't much to boast, cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know. When the undertaker's come To bury your tongue cause it's all been said and done. And the pastor's lost cause he can't find god, And the earth is all he's got. Well, I suggest That you thank your friends And the lovers who you've lost It ain't enough to simply suffer at the cusp you've got to know just how much most of it's just bad luck and the only ones you can trust are your friends and lovers So in honour of the street lights, we live But this guitar makes us) feel sick And unless you're a martyr, like most, Illumination ain't much to boast, cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know.