The highlight was wrong
   the highlight was dead and gone
   too many crowns makes his head feel low
   too many soldiers on his back
   too many needles makes veins explode
   and i know he's not coming back
  
   we could be strong and misbehave
   i might be wiser than you
   coming when the race was run
   these hands of mine are torn
   and he knows this now
   he knows this now
  
   we could be strong
   we could be brave
   we could make everything seem ok
   find this night
   find a light
   find a place to colour in the sky
   the sun is raining again
   and I won't waste these hands of mine
   who knows when this time
   who knows when this time
  
   the headlights were down
   the headlights were down and round me
   too many coffees pulls his head to the wall
   too many stories under me
   too many voices now i'll silence them all
   and you'll be there taping up my knee
  
   we could be strong
   we could be brave
   we could make everything seem ok
   find this night
   find a light
   find a place to colour in the sky
   the sun is raining again
   and I won't waste these hands of mine
   who knows when this time
   who knows when this time
   we could be strong