Lyrics of the Day

I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown till the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss. 
Don't think I can go on like this, putting in time on the graveyard shift...

I go to work at sundown, pick-axe digging into common ground.
Night falls but it makes no sound.
Duty's calling from the underground.

Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.

Come away, come away, come away.

Come sit by me and see what I see, when I close my eyes at the edge of sleep.
And we dream on the blade of a knife, following the trail of the afterlife.

 Now here come the night commuters, the midnight hoard, the dawn refuters.
They're all here to settle a score, with the phantom limbs and the ghosts of war.

Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.

Come away, come away, come away.

I've been working the graveyard shift,
traded night for day now it's all I can do to stay awake...

Eyes heavy as the moonlight drifts, time to dig.
Time to dig, and bury my mistakes.
Bury my mistakes.

I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown to the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
I don't think it can go on like this,
putting in time in the graveyard...

Sam Roberts: Graveyard Shift