i was up really late tonight waiting for light to shadowbox you wear it in your face oh you do dont say the ends inside you now each dawn you seem new to me blackmarket fresh starts blackmarket blues and i wont rest till ghosts haunt every corner of this city from the storm drains of brent to where we went to start anew you young bold shivering thing with eyes only for yourself but thats ok cos i still feel it too rise up with the late tide dont let the night die on your watch show me some other place not solitude cos theyd send me there for my mistakes but they take years away and all my nights were yesterdays till i met you joyride for the bloodlines like you did when your romance was sprayed up on the motorway bridge you left home with a warning the kid that never came down but you see more of the mornings than the wide suburban skies of your hometown there is nowhere i would rather be than over you theres no place that i could ever be get through to you going somewhere ive seen in my dreams its falling away when i need you the time keeps running away and this is one for every old friend that ive lost every girl i loved at school who got married to a ghost and the absent sons and daughters who were waylaid on the road with levonelle and the tears that fell cos youre scared of getting old you are the opposite fucking thing of a good reason to weep youre the future of a place youve only been to in your sleep youre the church bells in the morning when youve woken up cold on the sofas you surrender to when youve been out being bold you are the 5am exodus youre the have you got a light youre every new friendship that dies quickly in a fight you are the prodigal son hid in a phonebox from the rain youre in the shower mondays whispering never again you are the one with eyes that look like kids lost down wells youre the last known secret the friend that never tells you are the straight through crew not the time out crowd i love my friends more dearly than im allowed to say aloud