Touched By The Midnight Sun
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Lyrics
Falling stars, Crossed fingers, And a penny in the well... A solitary man Looked in the mirror, whispered: "It is hell... To always be alone... To hide in shadows, Yet that spiteful sun Should turn me yellow... Drive me mad..." Cue tympanies, A fanfare... We wore black bands on our arms... The army fired once The Queen was looking very, very sad. But now our corridors... They're haunted. And we're ducking pots and pans We wish to God he'd found the answer... But no, no flowers ever can Placate anomalies Outsiders-ever desperate to connect... Yes, we are all but islands... But on some, The sun... It never sets...
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:58
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 89 BPM