ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - The Midnight Needle (Original)

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(Verse 1)
The neon flickering outside the kitchen pane
A heavy fog is mixing with the midnight rain
I watch the shadow of the staircase start to grow
And put a heavy record on the audio
The vinyl crackles like a fire burning low
(Chorus)
Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove
The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move
A vintage obsession, a gothic design
Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine
While the turntable spins out of time
(Verse 2)
The grandfather clock is stuck at half-past two
The velvet curtains stain the room a ghostly blue
I hold a photograph that’s fading at the edge
And leave a single black rose on the window ledge
A quiet token of a broken lover's pledge
(Chorus)
Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove
The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move
A vintage obsession, a gothic design
Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine
While the turntable spins out of time
(Verse 3)
The static hums a heavy, melancholic tone
A dusty echo through a house that’s left alone
I hear a footstep coming down the creaking floor
But there is nothing living standing at the door
Just cold wind blowing from the lonely ocean shore
(Chorus)
Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove
The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move
A vintage obsession, a gothic design
Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine
While the turntable spins out of time
(Verse 4)
The silver candelabra sheds a weeping light
On all the secrets that we buried in the night
I pour a glass of wine and watch the shadows dance
Locked in the middle of a grim, eternal trance
We never really stood a mortal lover's chance
(Chorus)
Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove
The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move
A vintage obsession, a gothic design
Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine
While the turntable spins out of time
(Verse 5)
The music slows down as the record starts to warp
The wind outside is playing like a phantom harp
I close my eyes and let the darkness take the room
A classic tragedy under a heavy doom
Two lovers resting in a cold, vinyl tomb
(Chorus)
Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove
The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move
A vintage obsession, a gothic design
Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine
While the turntable spins out of time

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(Verse 1) The neon flickering outside the kitchen pane A heavy fog is mixing with the midnight rain I watch the shadow of the staircase start to grow And put a heavy record on the audio The vinyl crackles like a fire burning low (Chorus) Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move A vintage obsession, a gothic design Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine While the turntable spins out of time (Verse 2) The grandfather clock is stuck at half-past two The velvet curtains stain the room a ghostly blue I hold a photograph that’s fading at the edge And leave a single black rose on the window ledge A quiet token of a broken lover's pledge (Chorus) Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move A vintage obsession, a gothic design Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine While the turntable spins out of time (Verse 3) The static hums a heavy, melancholic tone A dusty echo through a house that’s left alone I hear a footstep coming down the creaking floor But there is nothing living standing at the door Just cold wind blowing from the lonely ocean shore (Chorus) Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move A vintage obsession, a gothic design Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine While the turntable spins out of time (Verse 4) The silver candelabra sheds a weeping light On all the secrets that we buried in the night I pour a glass of wine and watch the shadows dance Locked in the middle of a grim, eternal trance We never really stood a mortal lover's chance (Chorus) Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move A vintage obsession, a gothic design Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine While the turntable spins out of time (Verse 5) The music slows down as the record starts to warp The wind outside is playing like a phantom harp I close my eyes and let the darkness take the room A classic tragedy under a heavy doom Two lovers resting in a cold, vinyl tomb (Chorus) Oh, the midnight needle is tracing the groove The ghosts in the parlor are starting to move A vintage obsession, a gothic design Your memory is haunting this parlor of mine While the turntable spins out of time

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