I’m already in my grave, you’d
better cool down
I’m standing in the shadows, I can’t
move you around
Somebody I’m told, will follow me
down
Your days are numbered from one to
seven
But you’d better count them from
seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you
undone
Somebody is calling you from the
midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the
people down below?
I will break you in a matter of
hours from dusk ‘till dawn”
Ah that’s just something you heard,
that’s an old magician’s tale
Of how everything I made was covered
with a golden veil
But that’s the thing about tales,
they breed in the wind
Your days are numbered from one to
seven
But you’d better count them from
seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you
undone
Somebody is calling you from the
midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the
people down bellow
I will break you in a matter of
hours from dusk ‘till dawn”
Somebody is calling you from the
midnight rain
How is your love affair with the
people down below?
If I’m the one with words, then
allow me to begin
Greater light, Lesser light, is
there nothing more to behold?
I don’t care for animals nor your
pretty road show
So that’s the thing about tales,
they breed in the wind
Your days are numbered from one to
seven
But you’d better count them from
seven to one
Your unclean lips will keep you
undone
Somebody is calling you from the
midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the
people down below?
Well I’m not one to brag…
Somebody is calling you from the
midnight rain
“How is your love affair with the
people down below?
If I’m the one with words, then I bid thee
farewell
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