The shortest afternoons, the sad sight of the sun
As it falls, as it fades, as it comes undone
And not for lack of luck, but for no luck at all
I've come to find that love was blind the saddest word of all
Stranded by the daylight, broke down on the side
Who will pray for castaways
Who else could ever do, when you've chosen the one
Fit the face, fill the space, try the rest of me on
Here comes the night again, in for some of the same
Time to toss, time to turn, time to miss you again