The Dead Of The Night Songtext - Shawn Colvin

The Dead Of The Night - Shawn Colvin

It is the dead of the night
On the dead of the night
I live on a dream, it came to me
When I was young

I brought it here, and now for years
The streets of London keep it safe and warm
Every morning it dies and is reborn
In the dead of the night

I keep a pencil and a book
I say this is how a life can look
Russian roulette, French-kissed cigarette
And the silence like an anvil

The things that you learn, but now all that burns
Is a candle
And the fog melts over the night, and it softens the edges
I begin to write in the dead of the night

A bead of sweat runs down my arm
And I drink it from my skin
It is the most real thing that I feel
It is communion

Bless the meek
Heal the sick
Protect the weak
In the dead of the night


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