Midnight is where the day begins

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
trough the light projected he can see himself up close
A man captures color, A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light to look for her

And I feel like i’m drifting from the shore
And I feel like i’m swimming out to nothing

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 the roads to run them on
A man dreams of leaving but he always stays behind

And this 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


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