Nothing to do with being a crossdresser or trans, but it could almost be when you consider the lyrics. We truly are the forbidden and unforgiven who keep our wounds hidden from view.
And of course it is just beautiful.
In a city after midnight,
‘neath the halo of a street light,
where the dreams die,
as the blood dries,
of the wounds we keep hidden from view.
In the safety of this darkness,
as it hides all time has tarnished.
The forbidden, unforgiven,
are secure here where no-one pursues.
But the night fades away,
and gives way to the day.
What else is the night to do?
As the dark steps aside,
with the hopes we confide,
and never believe that the dreams we conceive
could ever not ever come true.
Is life different after midnight,
with it’s new dawn, and it’s new light?
Inconsistent and indifferent,
to the things we were so sure we knew.
As you stood there, in the night air,
with such beauty; let the stars stare,
from their distance; you were different,
like a dream that no-one could refuse.
But the night fades away,
and gives way to the day.
What else is the night to do?
As the dark steps aside,
with the hopes we confide,
and never believe that the dreams we conceive
could ever not ever come true.
As you stand all alone at your station,
what if God doesn’t know where you are?
As you send out your prayers for salvation,
but afraid that they don’t go that far.
So you wait all alone in your darkness,
and there’s a train that drives on through the night.
And if everyone’s on it except us,
would it return for that single life?
In a city, after midnight,
‘neath the halo of a street light.
I post this for every crossdresser and trans woman who is in hiding tonight.
Xandra 