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