Tonight by Whitlams
You can go to bed Wednesday you're a wanted man
And wake up someone else
Your oldest friends on the sweetest night
Now even they can't help
And you run to stay still
You hope your heart explodes
Your beating wings
Tonight is made of all the space
In all the empty arms where lovers left their place
Before the love had passed
All drowning men are cowards out at sea
She wouldn't cry with you
Try and be kind to yourself when you're feeling bad
'Cause there's no better way through
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