Friday Night

Well, I've been dreaming of Proust all in my bed And he speaks to me in my sleep And he takes me to the other side With his madeleines and friends But when the sea comes in and it's hard to believe It'll ever go out again And though I'll never do get too close I still hold you now and then On a Friday night On a Friday night And 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 And our sorrow makes the city shine We never had to feel that pain But now these tears are prayers of empathy And they 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 that I could feel Forgot that we'd wake up And it'd still be real It'd still be real