Midnight Militia
I had a dream last night
I was in a field at dusk
The stars hung above my head
Like convicted felons already dead
Time stood still for me
Under the midnight militia
If I closed my eyes
I might've almost felt human
I was caught up in the pageantry of the night
Dreaming of resurrection
Dreaming of you
Of angels and devils
Of your voice from afar
Speaking: "Wake up, wake up
Return to me
My American noir..."
I was in a field at dusk
The stars hung above my head
Like convicted felons already dead
Time stood still for me
Under the midnight militia
If I closed my eyes
I might've almost felt human
I was caught up in the pageantry of the night
Dreaming of resurrection
Dreaming of you
Of angels and devils
Of your voice from afar
Speaking: "Wake up, wake up
Return to me
My American noir..."
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Miles, William Gould
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