Tor Miller - Midnight

Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell
In a back of an old dive bar
So I step outside and light a cigarette
Taking the fumes of the passing cars
Loud angry drunks and a few crest punks
Fill every crevasse of Saint Mark's
Some things have changed since back then
But the streets are still so hard

In the lonely hours of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake
Under the glow of street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
On my head, lookout down
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
Let my soul reignite
In the lonely hours of midnight

Two lovers falling in each other's arms
Stumbling on down the high line
Upon the bridge there's a broken heart
Screaming to his valentine
Two sunken eyes at the corner shop
Tryina get a lucy for a dime
The needle drops and the line it turns
And then it burns one right

In the lonely hours of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake
Under the glow of street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
On my head, lookout down
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
Let my soul reignite
In the lonely hours of midnight

Calling out for something
Calling out for something true

Calling out for something
Calling out for something true

Calling out for something
Calling out for something true

In the lonely hours of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake
Under the glow of street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes

In the lonely hours of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake
Under the glow of street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
On my head, lookout down
Ride through the Harlem to the interstate
Let my soul reignite
In the lonely hours of midnight
Let my soul reignite
In the lonely hours of midnight

Written by:
JONATHAN IAN GREEN, TOR ALBERT MILLER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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