Dead Of The Night
In the dead of the night
The dead of the night
All has been done before
Every possible shape
Every human position
Every euphoric descent 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're watching
Every use of the body
Each and every combination
In the shape of someone else's imagination (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 fuckboy, 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 for me
Honey, 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
The dead of the night
All has been done before
Every possible shape
Every human position
Every euphoric descent 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're watching
Every use of the body
Each and every combination
In the shape of someone else's imagination (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 fuckboy, 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 for me
Honey, 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
Credits
Writer(s): Stina Moltu, Sondre Lerche
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- September Something - Single
- You Are Impossible
- Flowers
- Understudy
- Avatars Of The Night
- Anti-Hero / Kiss Me More - Single
- Guarantee That I'd Be Loved (Live with KORK)
- Guarantee That I'd Be Loved (Live with KORK) - Single
- Sunset Tower In The Rain
- Turns Out I'm Sentimental After All (Roméo Poirier Rework) - Single
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