Sweetside Silver Night - No-Man

The road to hell is paved

With the souls of old failed singers

The wild, wild eyes, the non stop whys —

The dreadful songs they bring us

Their get up and go

Makes me lie down and die

Their pug ugly row

Makes the little ones cry

Sweet side silver night

Sheds her skin in the cold spotlight

Sweet side silver night —

It’s in the color of her hair

Tired of losing face

And lost in summer thunder

Casual attire with no spare tyre

You sit at home and wonder

Sweet side silver night

Spills her gin in the pale moonlight

Sweet side silver night —

It’s in the way she never cares