Night 52

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 fight White 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 tight I want it open So cut it open, cut it open So you could see through it And now I'm lace-like Now I'm lace-like Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through I try But to live with all the numbers you shed But I fail again 'Cause 52 is stuck in my head One On the 23rd of them, we lived as one We were winded but nothing had come undone We were winded but nothing had come undone From Forty-one, I can only recall your palms It was you who said, "No mercy for bygones" It was you who said "No mercy for bygones" I want it open So cut it open, cut it open So you could see through me And now I'm lace-like Now I'm lace-like Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through I try But to live with all the numbers you shed But I fail again 'Cause 52 is stuck in my head I try But to live with all the numbers you shed But I fail again 'Cause 52 is stuck in my head