Nights
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There are nights
When the dart board
On the wall/ laughs
At me/ in a crazy way
And the whole damn world
Turns upside down
There are nights
When ghosts from long
Long ago/ Come back for
A chat/ A cuppa perhaps
Nights when my phone rings
And is never picked up
Nights when we're walking
Down that road again
And you grab my hand
And hold it tight
Nights when I wonder
Why I didn't cross the line
When I wonder why
I always come too late
The line's already drawn
There are nights
When the thread slips
Out of one hand
Into the other
Nights when you can't help
But smile because
You've done it right
Why doesn't she agree?
Why sulk around, I wonder
When all's well
That ends well
Why does my princess alone cry
She wants to be first
She'd do it all again
She'd do it differently
Coz she knows it can't
Just be any other way
But the night winks knowingly
And beckons me down
Into the realms of dreams
Once known/ The only world
Where I sleep sound
Written on August 3, 2010
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