Midnight - Nova Luna

Running in fields of blue

magic,

we’re not feeling the cold.

Blocking the beautiful view,

tragic.

Shouldn’t be growing old.

We could be listening to music,

lying on the railway lines after midnight,

watching the stars fall into rain,

letting the cars drive us away.

Lost in the dark, it’s our escape.

But we’re hiding from the car lights

so far away from the memories of our time

watching the stars fall into rain,

letting the cars drive us away.

Lost in the dark, it’s our escape.

So disconnected, twofold silence.

We’re not breathing a word.

Empathetic, untold violence.

Should I have let you go?

We could be listening to music,

lying on the railway lines after midnight,

watching the stars fall into rain,

letting the cars drive us away.

Lost in the dark, it’s our escape.

But we’re hiding from the car lights

so far away from the memories of our time

watching the stars fall into rain,

letting the cars drive us away.

Lost in the dark, it’s our escape.

Is it too late?

Is it too late?