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And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly,
Slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing
She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her
And I feel
Like I'm drifting, drifting,
Drifting from the shore
And I feel
Like I'm swimming out to her
Midnight is where the day begins
| A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside A man makes a car And builds a road to run them on A man dreams of leaving But he always stays behind |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination You gotta get to her She's imagination |
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
And these are the days
When our work has come assunder
And these are the days
When we look for something other
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
| A man makes a picture
A moving picture Through the light projected He can see himself up close A man captures colour A man likes to stare He turns his money into light To look for her She is the dreamer She's imagination Through the light projected He can see himself up close |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination There's no sleeping there She's imagination Lemon She had heaven She wore lemon |
