Dead of the Night (Stina Stjena Cassette Tape Rework)

And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching And you're watching Every use of the body Each and every combination In the shape of someone else's imagination Every footprint, every limb Under the ladder where the stars grow dim Every killer and missionary Every fuckboy, beauty, or sweet tooth Mary Every language of love Every lack of response from the moon up above Every bodily fluid and the way that wе blend Every collapse of thе heart when two poor souls meet their end And you're watching Every set of lies And false equivalence Every theory of conspiracy Is someone else's common sense Every murder and conception Every inevitable rejection Every sly and selfish lover Every dreamboat undercover Every timeless art you picked up too late Every subtle hint, every reckless bait Intoxicated hope and intuition cannot will my love into fruition In the dead of the night The dead of the night We think we've seen it all But we're not at all original So precious on our walk of shame Past the priests who cast their blame Our hesitation wearing thin And the scent of desperation seeping from my skin Every power balance turned around Every night spent scrolling without a sound Our souls vibrate, our senses kneel Our great escape, our chance to heal Every thirsty eye, every tie that binds Every cry of passion, every almost crime All the city sleeps, and all the city shines But for that moment when we stopped time This is fake blood, and we were mixing it with real blood And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and Fake blood, real to me And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it Real blood And we're watching We're watching We're the dead of the night The dead of the night We're the dead of the night The dead of the night Stop time, stop for me Stop