I was checking my phone for you until the night came in,
I knew my train home for you until the night came in,
But when the night came in it swept me through street and pub faster than my little feet could patter to the centre of a crowded room and out again and out into the winter grey,
It laid me down again washed up cold on the wrong platform looking at 35 minutes

Until the night came in I was letting my friends know,
Until the night came in I was getting my coat,
But when the night came in it lifted upstairs and faster than I could skip, through the soft carpets of I forgot her name and floating down again while we played the game of laughing, to my knees in the canal path
I found my legs at 3% and wandered I do not know until I saw the shard beacon and followed it home.

Until the night came in I was walking the right way,
Until the night came in I was talking to the bus,
But the night came in and tore down the river, through the houseboat places stooping candles on rugs wobbling black water and finally the back of a bicycle til I bailed,
And when the night rolled out Torben was pushing that bicycle and I walked in the road and warmly we talked about you