Lyrics
now you re dead tired you re still alive
around fate s fickle finger we re twirled
It s not the end of the world my brother, and the blackest of flags is unfurled
If death is the real test this is just a quiz, you doubted you d make it not sure you d survive
it s just the middle of the night
It s just the middle of the night, the end of this darkness is almost in sight
The end of this darkness is almost in sight, but the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing Middle, merely the middle of the night
But the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing, in all this absence of light
And you re holding on with all of your might, it s not the end of the world good people
but it s not the end of the world good people
Around fate s fickle finger we re twirled, but it s not the end of the world little sister The, into this pitch darkness we re hurled
if death is the real test this is just a quiz
Into this pitch darkness we re hurled, it s just the middle of the night The, into a ball of fear you are curled
It s just the middle of the night, into a ball of fear you are curled
But the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing, but it s not the end of the world good people
Merely the middle of the night, it s just the middle of the night
In all this absence of light, it s not the end of the world good people III, the end of this darkness is almost in sight
Into a ball of fear you are curled, now you re dead tired you re still alive The, but it s not the end of the world good people
Merely the middle of the night, in the maelstrom of your mind you are swirled, it s not the end of the world
the middle of the night that s what this is
Small wonder we re all so up tight, now you re dead tired you re still alive
It s just the middle of the night, you doubted you d make it not sure you d survive
you doubted you d make it not sure you d survive
The end of this darkness is almost in sight, but the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing
It s not the end of the world, it s not the end of the world my brother
Into this pitch darkness we re hurled, you doubted you d make it not sure you d survive, it s just the middle of the night
And you re holding on with all of your might, now you re dead tired you re still alive, into this pitch darkness we re hurled
it s just the middle of the night
But the birds will awake soon you will hear them sing, into this pitch darkness we re hurled Wainwright,, merely the middle of the night
But it s not the end of the world little sister, but it s not the end of the world good people
It s not the end of the world, it s just the middle of the night
Into this pitch darkness we re hurled, but it s not the end of the world good people Middle, where there s not a glimmer of light
But it s not the end of the world good people, but it s not the end of the world little sister
The middle of the night that s what this is, the middle of the night when you fear everything The, in all this absence of light
And the blackest of flags is unfurled, and you re holding on with all of your might Night, no it s not the end of the world as we know it
But it s not the end of the world little sister, into this pitch darkness we re hurled