Songs
Ten
Midnight chimes and the house is sleeping
I’m just sitting on my phone
All the troubles of the day are settling
Like pictures in a frame, but do they seem the same?
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I close my eyes and I slowly count to ten
By the time I get to five I understand
Something on my shoulder’s telling me
It’s time to turn the phone off make some tea
You can’t kick the can, down the road
To a distant land, before it comes back home
Half past one and the radio’s fading
Telling me it’s to go to bed
In my dreams I’m a stone cold sleeper
But still I toss and turn, will I ever learn
Chorus
In the wee small hours of silence
Everything seems mighty clear
And if staying up makes no sense
I’m happy passing time, well is it such a crime
Chorus