Midnight
MidnightI've got trouble sleepingI'm making my way up to theStreet where we last kissed
In one handI hold a picture of youIn the otherI hold the pieces of my heart
Was my love not enough?Did I ask too much?As my heart turns to dustOver you...
And so longI've got trouble sleepingI can't help but feeling a little insecureSo unsure...
Was my love not enough?Did I ask too much?As my heart turns to dustOver you...