You know how we’ve grown And how they captured the tone Everyone’s a writer But I see the pictures of every life And the day they die But it’s your image burnt into my mind And again I find That it’s worth the climb And my love is right on time
Our love comes back in the middle of the night Our love comes back in the middle of the night Our love comes back in the middle of the night Our love comes back in the middle of the night Our love comes back in the middle of the night Our love comes back in the middle of the night