American Noir-Creeper
American Noir-Creeper EP Midnight Militia I had a dream last night, I was in a field at dusk. The stars hung above my head, like convicted felons already dead. Time stood still for me, under the midnight militia. If I closed my eyes, I might've almost felt human. I was caught up in the pageantry of the night, dreaming of resurrection. Dreaming of you, of angels and devils. Of your voice from afar. Speaking wake up, wake up. Return to me, my American noir. Midnight As the sun descends over fields of snow, I feel contained under your control. In your black lipstick and the soul you stole. Girl, give in, let desire take. Oh, boy, don't you look at me that way. Wont you hold me in your arms when they look away? (Come on, I'm ready, I'm ready, come on, I'm ready) Because midnight belongs to you and me, baby. In the bedroom, in the dark right next to me. And every time we touch, I fall apart. And you taste so sweet for such a bitter heart, such a bitter heart. As the m...