Midnight

I'm just gonna sleep here,
on my hands and knees,
back on the mainland,
the grey reaching trees.

Am I just getting what I deserve?
God, it hurts.

And the shadows at the shows,
enormous and moving to the music.
I can imagine I
was at seven different places all at once.

The Coliseum or the Concert Hall, the city or the sea,
the bedroom or the ballroom, makes no difference to me,
it's all just a place to lose it.
One way or the other, you have to break through it.

And I still see you on that windowsill
my whole life, what a heavy drop to fill.
Was that just a place to lose it?
One way or the other, you have to break through it

And the shadows at the shows,
enormous and moving to the music.
I can imagine I
was at seven different places all at once.

The Coliseum or the Concert Hall, the city or the sea,
the bedroom or the ballroom, makes no difference to me,
it's all just a place to lose it.
One way or the other, you have to break through it.

And I still see you on that windowsill
my whole life, what a heavy drop to fill.
Was that just a place to lose it?
One way or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other, or the other!

The Coliseum or the Concert Hall, the city or the sea,
the bedroom or the ballroom, makes no difference to me,
it's all just a place to lose it.
One way or the other, you have to break through it.

The Coliseum or the Concert Hall, the city or the sea,
the bedroom or the ballroom, makes no difference to me,
it's all just a place to lose it.
One way or the other, you have to break through it.

The Coliseum or the Concert Hall, the city or the sea,
the bedroom or the ballroom, makes no difference to me,
it's all just a place to lose it.
One way or the other, you have to break through it.



Credits
Writer(s): Felix White, Florence Welch
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