10.24.2014

04. Midnight Rain

I’m already in my grave, you’d better cool down
I’m standing in the shadows, I can’t move you around
Somebody I’m told, will follow me down
Your days are numbered from one to seven
But you’d better count them from seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you undone

Somebody is calling you from the midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the people down below?
I will break you in a matter of hours from dusk ‘till dawn”

Ah that’s just something you heard, that’s an old magician’s tale
Of how everything I made was covered with a golden veil
But that’s the thing about tales, they breed in the wind
Your days are numbered from one to seven
But you’d better count them from seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you undone

Somebody is calling you from the midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the people down bellow
I will break you in a matter of hours from dusk ‘till dawn”

Somebody is calling you from the midnight rain
How is your love affair with the people down below?
If I’m the one with words, then allow me to begin

Greater light, Lesser light, is there nothing more to behold?
I don’t care for animals nor your pretty road show
So that’s the thing about tales, they breed in the wind
Your days are numbered from one to seven
But you’d better count them from seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you undone

Somebody is calling you from the midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the people down below?
Well I’m not one to brag…
Somebody is calling you from the midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the people down below?
If I’m the one with words, then I bid thee farewell

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