Paroles
(sparse Rhodes and pad, bass entering late)
Lights came up a shade too early
Half the room already gone
You can see the tape marks on the floor now
All the magic's off
And you're still here, and that's the problem
Because now I have to think
This is my midnight confession
The one I never make
I want a word for what you are
And I'm afraid of what it'd take
It was easy in the dark and the noise
Nothing had to mean a thing
Now the room's just a room again
And I can hear myself sing
And you're still here, and that's the problem
Because now I have to think
This is my midnight confession
The one I never make
I want a word for what you are
And I'm afraid of what it'd take
I could name it
I could ruin it
I could name it
And lose all of it
This is my midnight confession
The one I never make
I want a word for what you are
And I'm afraid of what it'd take
The one I never make
The one I never make
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