The midnight swoon
Starts with a sliver of a moon
Rising in the west
As the desert dust settles
Over the mountians
And the purple fades to blue
It’s the kind of night
That make
Dreams come true
The midnight swoon
Starts with a sliver of a moon
Rising in the west
As the desert dust settles
Over the mountians
And the purple fades to blue
It’s the kind of night
That make
Dreams come true