Friday Night - Beth Orton

Lyrics by：Beth Orton

Composed by：Beth Orton

I've been dreaming of Proust all in my bed

He speaks to me in my sleep

He takes me to the other side

With his madeleines and friends

When the sea comes in it's hard to believe

It'll ever go out again

Though we never do get too close

I still hold you now and then

On a Friday night

On a Friday night

There's a stillness left after you leave

It'll speak of what has been

When I'm laying in the dark awake

And I'm listening to the rain

Our sorrow made the city shine

We never had to feel that pain

Now those tears are prayers of empathy

Gonna wash me clean again

On a Friday night

On a Friday night

Forgot that we had bones

Forgot that we could feel

Forgot that we'd wake up

And it'd all 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 your 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 thar I could feel

Forgot that we'd wake up

And it'd still be real

It'd still be real