Текст песни Fashion Magazine - Atmosphere

How does it start?
(Lady of darkness)
Lady of darkness
(Night of my midnight)
Night of my midnight
(Lady of darkness)
South Minneapolis
(Night of my midnight)

Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight
Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight

Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight
Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight

She flips through the pages of her fashion magazine
It pulls her out of her reality for a moment
We all need our moments
She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless situation
As of late, that seems to take all of her focus

Riding that afternoon plane from Dallas back to Minneapolis
Two and a half hours, she's out there
Reading some column about spit versus swallow
Everything reminds her of him, and it's not fair

How could she fall on her face for some man child?
Maybe it's his voice, or maybe it's his damn smile
Maybe it's the whole package, from the kiss to the mattress
To the sarcastic jokes, to the social status

Maybe it's none of the above
Maybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her love
It was all about the right place at the right time
And even with the drama, they find that he's still always on her mind

Well, nonetheless than two hours before she lands
To put her feet on the ground and take her man by the hand
And this time around, when the laugh starts to sting
She'll just take a breath and dig into that fashion magazine

Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight
Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight

Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight
Lady of darkness
Night of my midnight