Chasing Midnight
Chasing Midnight
Make the world stop...
Revolving, evolving
Racing toward a dawn
We are not sure is going to break
Make the world stall
In these lonely hours
Where freaks and fetish reign
I am alive...
Swimming in the surreal day glow
Of pulsing, breathing neon
Green and pink, dancing the overheads
Humming, strumming
The music of the night...an ancient chant
Echoing unheard, amongst those who have forgotten
But I am not one
For I remember midnight
And secret conversations,
The hidden touch,
Whispered caress, and stolen union
Disappearing on the the fog of red dawn
But the scent lingers beyond the sunrise
And I am again
Forever chasing midnight
~Natasha Head
Make the world stop...
Revolving, evolving
Racing toward a dawn
We are not sure is going to break
Make the world stall
In these lonely hours
Where freaks and fetish reign
I am alive...
Swimming in the surreal day glow
Of pulsing, breathing neon
Green and pink, dancing the overheads
Humming, strumming
The music of the night...an ancient chant
Echoing unheard, amongst those who have forgotten
But I am not one
For I remember midnight
And secret conversations,
The hidden touch,
Whispered caress, and stolen union
Disappearing on the the fog of red dawn
But the scent lingers beyond the sunrise
And I am again
Forever chasing midnight
~Natasha Head
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