Sondre Lerche - Dead of the Night lyrics

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Sondre Lerche - Dead of the Night lyrics

In the dead of the night The dead of the night All has been done before Every possible shape Every human position Every euphoric decent and impossible mission In the dead of the night The dead of the night Every horror, every blow Every transcendent sensory overload All good faith shaken All that hard-earned trust forsaken In the dead of the night The dead of the night And you'rе watching Every use of the body Each and еvery combination In the shape of someone else's imagination The dead of the night Every footprint, every limb Under the ladder where the stars grow dim In the dead of the night Every killer and missionary Every fu*kboy beauty or sweet tooth Mary Every language of love Every lack of response from the moon up above Every bodily fluid and the way that we blend Every collapse of the heart when two poor souls meet their end In the dead of the night And you're watching We're living in the dead of the night In the hope that we might inspire another ending We're living in the dead of the night In the hope that we might inspire another ending In the dead of the night The dead of the night Stop time, stop time Stop time, stop time Every set of lies And false equivalence Every theory of conspiracy Is someone else's common sense Every murder and conception Every inevitable rejection Every sly and selfish lover Every dreamboat undercover Every timeless art you picked up too late Every subtle hint, every reckless bait Intoxicated hope and intuition cannot will my love into fruition In the dead of the night The dead of the night We think we've seen it all But we're not at all original So precious on our walk of shame Past the priests who cast their blame Our hesitation wearing thin And the scent of desperation seeping from my skin Every power balance turned around Every night spent scrolling without a sound Our souls vibrate, our senses kneel Our great escape, our chance to heal Every thirsty eye, every tie that binds Every cry of passion, every almost crime All the city sleeps, and all the city shines But for that moment when we stopped time In the dead of the night The dead of the night In the dead of the night The dead of the night Stop time, stop time for me, honey Stop time, stop for me This is fake blood, and we were mixing it with real blood And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and Fake blood, real to me And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it Real blood! And we're watching We're watching We're the dead of the night The dead of the night We're the dead of the night The dead of the night Stop time, stop for me Stop

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