There is a soft line across the sight Depart in lost signs trying to hide I'm not to notice I'm in disguise Kissed on your shoulder To make you... to make you Find me Midnight glories of walking stories That rust in daylight to drown Midnight glories of walking stories That burns in starlight to shine There is an old street to every house Keep in your gold key til she arrives I'm not to notice I'm in disguise Kissed on your shoulder To make you... to make you Find me Midnight glories of walking stories That rust in daylight to drown Midnight glories of walking stories That burns in starlight to shine