Dead Of The Night - Sondre Lerche

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’r watching

Every use of the body

Each and very 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 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

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