[Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds] The Dying of the Light

Gonna try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
And the storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry

And I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
It’s alright, if you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light, and we’ll catch the sun

I woke up sleeping on a train that was bound for nowhere
Echoes that I could hear were all my own
The world had turned and I’d become a stranger
And I’m tired of watching all the flowers turn to stone

‘Cause I try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
And the storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry

And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on the winter
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me wanna, makes me wanna cry

I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
It’s alright, if you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light, and we’ll catch the sun

Gonna try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
The storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry

And I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
It’s alright, if you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light, and we’ll catch the sun

And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on the winter
And it makes me wanna
And the cold against my shoulder
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me wanna, makes me wanna cry