"Burning Of The Midnight Lamp" - Jimi Hendrix
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Jimi Hendrix
The morning is dead and the day is too<br /> There's nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon<br /> All my loneliness I have felt today<br /> It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away<br /> And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, aloneNow the smiling portrait of you<br /> is still hanging on my frowning wall<br /> It really doesn't, it really doesn't bother me too much at all<br /> It's just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see<br /> That forgotten earring laying on the floor<br /> Facing coldly towards the door<br /> And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone<br /> Burn!<br /> Yeah, yeah<br /> Lonely, lonely, lonely<br /> Loneliness is such a drag!So here I sit to face that same old fireplace<br /> Getting ready for the same old explosion<br /> Going through my mind<br /> And soon enough the time will tell<br /> About the circus in the wishing well<br /> And someone who will buy and sell for me<br /> Someone who will toll my bell<br /> And I continue to burn the same old lamp, alone<br /> Yeah<br /> Darling, can you hear me calling you?<br /> So lonely<br /> Gotto blow my mind<br /> Yeah, yeah<br /> Lonely, lonely . . .Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
"Burning Of The Midnight Lamp" Lyrics
The morning is dead and the day is too
There's nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, aloneNow the smiling portrait of you
is still hanging on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, it really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring laying on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone
Burn!
Yeah, yeah
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Loneliness is such a drag!So here I sit to face that same old fireplace
Getting ready for the same old explosion
Going through my mind
And soon enough the time will tell
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone who will toll my bell
And I continue to burn the same old lamp, alone
Yeah
Darling, can you hear me calling you?
So lonely
Gotto blow my mind
Yeah, yeah
Lonely, lonely . . .