Mostly Midnight Songtext
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Mostly Midnight Songtext
They say the evening′s endless if you dream to dare
We'll start it here as friends but hope to end it elsewhere
So streetlight, set a chart
And we′ll beeline for the heart
Of wherever paints the illustration in a pretty kind of light
But the city slickers sigh
At our slickest pickup lines
Well I'm here for one more night
And I'm looking for a thief
To wave my handkerchief
But tonight I′ve just been struck with leather gloves
You tell me we can′t lose
Well not with that attitude
It's mostly midnight in the European cities you love
And Jenny had a heart attack in Zante I hear
And Johnny took her photograph through the bottom of his beer
Well must we soldier on
For the monarchs of our prom?
Their fairytale′s a seedy sort of seelie deal
The cobbles bruise our feet
There's a spirit underneath
You say you′d pay to feel
But the lovers of our dreams
Are never ever gonna leave
They keep us on the streets, are we sleeping rough?
You tell me we can't lose
Well not with that attitude
It′s mostly midnight in the European cities you love
We pass between club passion and club grace
Oh please don't say that this must be the place
We've been through all nine hells
Seems so has everyone else
But the barflies aren′t quite ready to give up
Cause together we can′t lose
No, not with our attitude
It's mostly midnight in the European cities we love
We'll start it here as friends but hope to end it elsewhere
So streetlight, set a chart
And we′ll beeline for the heart
Of wherever paints the illustration in a pretty kind of light
But the city slickers sigh
At our slickest pickup lines
Well I'm here for one more night
And I'm looking for a thief
To wave my handkerchief
But tonight I′ve just been struck with leather gloves
You tell me we can′t lose
Well not with that attitude
It's mostly midnight in the European cities you love
And Jenny had a heart attack in Zante I hear
And Johnny took her photograph through the bottom of his beer
Well must we soldier on
For the monarchs of our prom?
Their fairytale′s a seedy sort of seelie deal
The cobbles bruise our feet
There's a spirit underneath
You say you′d pay to feel
But the lovers of our dreams
Are never ever gonna leave
They keep us on the streets, are we sleeping rough?
You tell me we can't lose
Well not with that attitude
It′s mostly midnight in the European cities you love
We pass between club passion and club grace
Oh please don't say that this must be the place
We've been through all nine hells
Seems so has everyone else
But the barflies aren′t quite ready to give up
Cause together we can′t lose
No, not with our attitude
It's mostly midnight in the European cities we love
Writer(s): Sam Field Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com