We are the midnight 

Crouching in hopes cobwebbed corner 

Sending kisses on trains to eachother 

Spreading dreams like whistles 

Calling them stealthily home 

We are the unsuspected believers

To boost and carry on for the one        …and for all the others

Grown up from sawed off roots

Making yellow from our blues 

Lifting soul songs to the night sky 

Praying for a star to carry the message 

Whilst passing us by 

It is our dark and we have blessed it 

While the rest sleep 

We write faith into their eyes 

Yes…

…We are the Midnight…