Beth Orton - Friday Night lyrics
[Beth Orton - Friday Night lyrics]
Well I've been dreaming of Proust
All in my bed
And he speaks to me in my sleep
And he takes me to the other side
With his madeleines and friends
But when the sea comes in
It's hard to believe it'll ever go out again
And though I'll never get too close
I still hold you now and then
On a Friday night on a Friday night
And there's a stillness left after you leave
It'll speak of what has been
And when I'm laying in the dark awake
And I'm listеning to the rain
And my sorrow makes the city shinе
We never had to feel that pain
But now these tears are prayers of empathy
And they wash me clean again
On a Friday night on a Friday night
Forgot that I had bones
Forgot that I could feel
Forgot that we'd wake up
And it'd still be real it'd still be real
We'd been waiting for the light to change
We'd been waiting on a friend
And the only choice that was left to us
Was to bleed or rust in the rain
Now the measure of vour absence
Is the presence that you leave
And darling that's where we put all the love
That we still have to give
On a Friday night on a Friday night
On a Friday night on a Friday night
Forgot that I had bones
Forgot that I could feel
Forgot that we'd wake up
And it'd still be real it'd still be real
All in my bed
And he speaks to me in my sleep
And he takes me to the other side
With his madeleines and friends
But when the sea comes in
It's hard to believe it'll ever go out again
And though I'll never get too close
I still hold you now and then
On a Friday night on a Friday night
And there's a stillness left after you leave
It'll speak of what has been
And when I'm laying in the dark awake
And I'm listеning to the rain
And my sorrow makes the city shinе
We never had to feel that pain
But now these tears are prayers of empathy
And they wash me clean again
On a Friday night on a Friday night
Forgot that I had bones
Forgot that I could feel
Forgot that we'd wake up
And it'd still be real it'd still be real
We'd been waiting for the light to change
We'd been waiting on a friend
And the only choice that was left to us
Was to bleed or rust in the rain
Now the measure of vour absence
Is the presence that you leave
And darling that's where we put all the love
That we still have to give
On a Friday night on a Friday night
On a Friday night on a Friday night
Forgot that I had bones
Forgot that I could feel
Forgot that we'd wake up
And it'd still be real it'd still be real