At midnight I open up my door
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and I say,
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"hey, well why don't you just go and see what happens then?"
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and I don't know exactly what it is I'm trying to prove
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all I know
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is this is just what works for me right now
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But then I come back down... maybe in a minute, or two...
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and you're already gone.
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And I know that I can be cruel
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and I don't always have a reason for it
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you could ask me over and over again... and all I'd say is
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"NOTHING"
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but I guess you saw me sitting on the road
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in the middle of a rain-storm crying
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and I still don't know why
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it seemed like a good idea at the time...
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In my soul
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is water earth and air and fire
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all the things that make us whole
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and fuel all of your desire
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but water can drown
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and earth can quake
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and fire can burn you out...
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and I guess you know that, well...
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I know you know that
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wind
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can blow you away
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Midnight
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Allison Crowe |