Midnight Draws Near
Written by Scott Wainwright
Purple skies roll over
Golden yellow fields
Calling in a change
Red flowers bleed
Into green pastures
Calling in a phase
(chorus)
And who knows how many days
We have left here
Before they turn the page
And midnight draws near
The sun is a dancing flame
Sinking into
The blackest night
The moon is tin foil
Falling from
Its great height
(chorus)
And who knows how many days
We have left here
Before they turn the page
And midnight draws near
From the album 'All That Glitters Is Not Gold'
Available here https://open.spotify.com/album/4SnQp2tzyrpQWub7aITgBt
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