"Da das" are going to be interludes....it's very choppy, poorly timed as far as recording goes, like the tags say, this is only the second draft, but yeah.

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In the middle of the night
When the moon is low
And the stars refuse to shine
Hold your breath
Walk the edge of the knife
You're laying it all on the line.
Cause the hourglass is running out
And in the mirror your face is pale
You think of the first time you felt like this
As the fog on the window grows stale.

You're hearing voices from the end of the hall
The old stairs are starting to creak
Your hands are shaking and your heart feels frail
Your arms never felt so weak.
You open the window and close your eyes
And in the darkness you start to pray
The doorknob is turning and you scream out loud
As you wait for the break of day

And you say

That in the middle of the night
When the moon is low
And the stars refuse to shine
Hold your breath
Walk the edge of the knife
You're laying it all on the line.
Cause the hourglass is running out
And in the mirror your face is pale
You think of the first time you felt like this
As the fog on the window grows stale

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Shadows screaming at the edge of the room
You're hoping that someone will hear
But no one comes running
Cause there's nobody left
You're all on your own with your fear
Like Icarus there in your windowsill,
You would give anything for the sun
You know if you jump you can make your escape
But you know that would mean that they won

In the middle of the night
When the moon is low
And the stars refuse to shine
Hold your breath
Walk the edge of the knife
You're laying it all on the line.
Cause the hourglass is running out
And in the mirror your face is pale
You think of the first time you felt like this
As the fog on the window grows stale

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Now it's five o'clock in the morning
And you know that you'll be alright
If you can make it through with your heart intact
Then maybe you'll see the light

Cause in the middle of the night
When the moon is low
And the stars refuse to shine
Hold your breath
Walk the edge of the knife
You're laying it all on the line.
Cause the hourglass is running out
And in the mirror your face is pale
You think of the first time you felt like this
As the fog on the window grows stale

Magniloquent Chanteuse