Should Your Way Ever Need Finding Back (LP版)

Late nights collect on your fingers

Like a black marking the things you touch

Should your way ever need finding back

Put your hands together now and

let us pray for things which have no mass

We're the lesser half of nothing at all and we're shrinking everyday

A little poison at night to hold us till dawn

So feel the cold sweat come on

Whether right or wrong

Bad nights collect on your fingersbut dont

Look back at the clean things you smeared

Make a list of things that can't exist and write our names

A little poison at night to

Hold us till dawn feel the cold sweat come on

Whether right or wrong