Falling stars,
Crossed fingers,
And a penny in the well...

A solitary man
Looked in the mirror, whispered:
"It is hell...
To always be alone...
To hide in shadows,
Yet that spiteful sun
Should turn me yellow...
Drive me mad..."

Cue tympanies,
A fanfare...
We wore black bands on our arms...
The army fired once
The Queen was looking very, very sad.

But now our corridors...
They're haunted.
And we're ducking pots and pans
We wish to God he'd found the answer...
But no, no flowers ever can

Placate anomalies
Outsiders-ever desperate to connect...
Yes, we are all but islands...

But on some,
The sun...
It never sets...


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Touched by the Midnight Sun song meanings
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