Midnight writing, a special kind of beast
The loop of a symphony, consuming me
Shaky eyes instead of shaky hands
Midnight writing for the restless soul
Wondering amongst dreams, chasing you between feelings
Where are you?
Have you really became the person you used to hate?
I’m so sad to know your new spot in the lines of my face
Midnight writing, a nightmare behind, a sweet dream ahead
The shaky soul with bleeding bruises instead
Waiting, always waiting for a good night sleep
And for you my love to keep.