AndyGridley

I got to a place where I felt stuck, even dried up; I couldn’t write anymore songs. It reminded me of a lyric out of Psalms “as the deer pants for water so my soul longs for you.” I wrote a song about my experience. In fact, I committed to staying up all night until a song manifested itself. It’s as much a narrative about this struggle for inspiration as it is a song about a girl with a dried up, jaded soul.
 
Midnight
Andy Gridley
©2008 Mirrors and Moonbeams
 
Midnight casts dark shadows
A poor girl sits and sings
Words are expensive and hard to find
Oh but they’re closer than she thinks
 
She sings, as the desert man pants for water
As the beggar aches for food
So the praying man watches for miracles
and so my soul longs for you
 
Her mind stops here, her heart takes control
An ache, a bruise, a cry to the Living One
Her world is jaded, She’s already faded
Oh she’ll trade it – she'll trade it for love
 
As the preacher man prays for words
So her small confession burns
Twighlight to morning sky
Her hope dawns with sun rise
 
Her mind stops here, her heart takes control
An ache, a bruise, a cry to the Living One
Her world is jaded, She’s already faded
Oh she’ll trade it – she'll trade it for
Love
 
Her mind stops here, his heart takes control
An ache, a bruise, a cry from the Living One
Her world is jaded, She’s already faded
Oh he’ll trade it – he'll trade it for love
Oh he'll trade it - he'll trade it for
Oh he'll trade it, he'll trade it, he'll trade it - trade it for love