It's Late Lyrics - Singles - Tim Mcilrath

Wrapped up in a short black coat worn thin 

A hand around her match to block the wind. 

She smiled as the smoke escaped her lips 

Then let her hand fall gently away from his. 

Cause it's late now, and I'm tired of all these games 

And the cold night stings my skin. 

I won't say it now, but I get closer everyday to letting this world win 

And the city chokes on everything it makes 

But the sunrise heals every heart it breaks. 

And not unlike the birds, we all sing songs 

To celebrate, to mourn, or just hang on 

Cause it's late now, and the day has not been kind 

So I came here to forget 

It's a hard town, but I hold my head up high 

Like a death row cigarette 

Can't this all wait 'til the morning 

I can't think straight right now 

Seems like we're better off without these clenched fists 

All boxing us in, I want out, I want out 

Like Christmas lights left up 'till mid-July 

we kept alive something that should have died 

And everyday another light burns out 

'till on this street we are the darkest house 

Cause it's late now, and everybody's left 

And I think I might too 

Like my mother said, you always leave with who you bring 

And I came here with you