12 Midnight from Noctunes by Willis Earl Beal

The banquets over the ball is done
The lights are dim we’re the only ones
The stairs flow down to the street from the hall
And now it’s time to let your image fall
And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call
And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

It’s twelve at midnight
No carriage waiting down in front
It’s twelve at midnight
The night it beckons so let’s just run
Let’s just run
Let’s just run

The banquets over the ball is done
The lights are dim we’re the only ones
The stairs flow down to the street from the hall
And now it’s time to let your image fall
And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call
And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

It’s twelve at midnight
No carriage waiting down in front
It’s twelve at midnight
The night it beckons so let’s just run
Let’s just run
Let’s just run

• Experimental
• soul
• tenderlovingempire
• Portland