Tell me again about the night you lost it all About the whipping wind [???] Tell me again about the night it fell apart [Down?] in Brighton Park
Tell me again and take me firmly by the arm Grip me tight and guide me through the leaves and falling [???] Tell me again about the night you lost it all Down in Brighton Park
See ivy winding slyly up the blackened brick of Brighton Damn, it's silently reminding me how tight I grip your tiny hand It's funny finally now that I can loosen hold and understand How quick you slip right back into the comfort of older circumstance
It’s those sneaky little holes that spread to show your skin Through broken pants Familiar fingertips that tap the time to history's hopeless dance And everyone's enamoured by the drunken drifters funny tape But no one knows the wash of the wake when the levy breaks
And I can't find my way home Find my way home without you
She told me everyone's a critic getting caught up in their feelings Newscasters snapping under all the lights and [?] Cameras click and film an up and empty desk and hollow breathing As news becomes the news, tune in at ten p.m. this evening
She's such a funny way of getting across the way that she's been thinking Lost her brain's a Basquiat I wanna solve so lets just sit and talk "I'm sorry, darling" she says "You know I'll never play that part" She kisses me goodbye and leaves me by the reservoir And I would never see it then as anything but being scorned As the pine needles drop in perfect patterns on the forest floor But trudging home in Autumn glum, the crunching leaves they sing a song You knew what you'd get into when you wandered off this far
Knew what you'd get into when you wandered off this far You knew what you'd get into when you wandered off this far You knew what you'd get into when you wandered off this far You know who you are
And I can't find my way home Find my way home without you