It's 2 am
The eve of November's casting shadows down the hall
as the dance and disappear

its 2 am
the leaves all fall around you as they carry you from me
far from all the words i sing

and I saw this sadness in your eyes
oh god

its 2am 
these whispered words of sorrow can't begin to comprehend
all the chords just seem to blend

its 2am
when i find you in the silence of an empty glass again
and i ask you how you been

and i felt the sadness in your eyes
oh god

It's 2 am
the eve of November's casting shadows down the hall
as the dance and disapear

its 2 am
the leaves all fall around you as they carry you from me
far from all the words i sing

far from all the words i sing
far from all the words i sing
far from all the words i sing
far from all the words i sing

I found you there,
with your clever little abstract sayings,
painting how the world must seem through stoned shut eyes.

and I felt such pity,
all these nothings you hold on to,
some grand spectacle of sight and sound that no one's watching.

I left you there
amongst these vices that consume you
let the needle preach and speak the truths that god can't utter

cause its all so empty
all these nothings we hold on to
some grand spectacle of sight and sound that no ones watching.

jon mccravy