Before the Night Falls - The Crookes

I’m out of luck, time went slow

Ooh, the comfort I was never sold

I’m on the slight, that’s how it goes

Ooh fortune I was never sold

And nigh is still young but the story is old

Ooh true love I was never sold

Ooh comfort, ooh fortune, ooh truelove I was never sold

We’re out of time love

Don’t you know we’ve nothing left once

Blood runs could

But we’ll live on though the stories told

The night is on its knees but I can’t go home

We’ll live on though the stories told

The night it’s on its knees but I can’t go home