The Midnight

Brooklyn By The Midnight There’s traffic on the bridge But the skyline shines with a certain light And I know you’re sick of it But I know a happy hour

Night Skies By The Midnight Your house is on fire, won’t you let me in? Your house is on fire, won’t you let me in? I’m drowning in desire, your

Last Train By The Midnight The top shelf tumbles and the wall clocks run Well scotch bottles and the soda guns You missed the last train from the city tonight

Prom Night By The Midnight There’s an open wound Now an open door And a pretty girl who’s hand beside yours Do you know what to do? She looks at

Dance With Somebody By The Midnight Take off your armor Friend of mine I have no arrows But I got time All your sorrow Keeps you glued to your seat

Deep Blue By The Midnight I wasn’t looking for action Just some distraction Just a little weeknight booth in the back I wasn’t looking for romance Just a quick slow