The last dance before midnight
is a sweet sweet waltz
Lily she waits by the side of the wall
he takes her hand
she nods and she stands
in her dress of blue
she shimmers like jewels
he's typically fooled
by the way she moves
oh it's been a bad year for the flowers of spring
rain and snow falling she' s freezing again
The last dance before midnight
is an old old song
he's amused and surprized when she sings along
she knows every word like it's something
she heard in her cradle
He falls half in love and he'll take her home
if he's able
oh it's been a bad year for the flowers of spring
not that you know that for how she sings
just for tonight
she's lifting a light
throught the fog
that clutters her head
the voices of dead and the gone
it's been a bad year for the flowers of spring
though she has prayed no one is answering
the last dance of before midnight draws to a close
he steps back confused as wordless she goes
she doesn't look back
but the looking glass holds her reflection
she's melting away like the dawn under day's insurrection
it's been a bad year for the flowers of spring
under a wave she's disappearing
it's been a bad year for the flowers of spring
one last song one last chance to sing
the last dance before midnight
that sweet sweet waltz
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023