On a Starry Night - Le Corbeau

Here it comes

A vision of the other girl

Another stage

A little to the side of the main frame

A door locked

Until we’re nothing but a name

Come again

Flip the tables on a starry night

Like the glowing of a cigarette

You’re not a brush with death

Yours is an air of night

Of rooms with naked walls

We’re listening in now

In the dead of night

Our hands on the staircase

It’s alright

We’re listening in now

In the dead of night

Our hands on the staircase

It’s alright