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When the Nighttime Comes
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When the Nighttime Comes was released on September 24, 2023 by Private Storm Music as a part of the album Dark Water
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Release DateSeptember 24, 2023
LabelPrivate Storm Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Frederick Frantz
Michael Frederick Frantz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Waking from a restless dream
The air is hot and still
This room is just like mine
Only the walls bend towards infinity
Walking down endless stairs
Each step is longer than last
Hours later at the front door
Stepping outside into the abyss
What I see I don't understand
I don't see no birds, no cars, no people
I know these streets but I don't know where I am
I know these streets but I don't know where I am
Is anybody here?
Can anybody hear me?
I don't know what's real
And I don't like this feeling
When the nighttime comes
I hear electric hums
That I can't get out of my head
When the daybreak comes
I can't find anyone
Only empty streets instead
It feels like I stepped out of time
Trapped on an empty stage set
Walking past the same old houses
Hyperreal with no signs of life
Doesn't matter which way I go
Every road circles back on itself
This world is glitching
Everything in improbable positions
There is no future and no past
Just an ever-present, never-ending now
Just an ever-present, never-ending now
There's got to be a way to bend
The bars of this cage
There's got to be a way to escape
This abandoned stage
When the nighttime comes
I hear electric hums
That I can't get out of my head
When the daybreak comes
I can't find anyone
Only empty streets instead
What kind of world
What kind of world is this?
Where straight lines
They don't exist
What kind of world
What kind of world is this?
Where straight lines
They don't exist
What kind of world?
What kind of world?
What kind of world?
What kind of world?
When the nighttime comes
I hear electric hums
That I can't get out of my head
When the daybreak comes
I can't find anyone
Only empty streets instead
Written by: Michael Frederick Frantz
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