M idnight
I've got trouble s leeping
I'm making my way up t o the
Street where we last k issed
In o ne hand
I hold a picture o f you
In the other
I hold the pieces of my h eart
(In the other I hold the pieces of my h eart)
Was my l ove not e nough?
Did I a sk too m uch?
As my h eart turns to d ust
Over y ou...
And so l ong
I've got trouble s leeping
I can't help but f eel a little in secure
So unsure...
Was my l ove not e nough?
Did I a sk too m uch?
As my h eart turns to d ust
Over y ou...