The cold descends on Garston You set the scene so well I can't keep my eyes closed, shut, mouth open Hoping for a little luck to come and fuck with me Daylight's colder when you're sober Four hundred nights still won't set you free Dead-eyed, broken, half-cut Choking so many times you won't say what you need And then I'm cold I feel it most for Jim He knows his moves not well Yesterday's a dark haze when you're faded Sunday morning with the kids, feeling rough as hell Daylight's colder when you're sober Four hundred nights still won't set you free Dead-eyed, broken, half-cut Choking so many times you won't say what you need And then I'm cold Daylight's colder when you're sober One thousand nights still won't set you free Dead-eyed, broken, half-cut Choking so many times you won't say what you need And then I'm cold