call after midnight
call after midnight and sing a sweet song,
please, to let me know
will we have time locked up in each other
before you have to go?
my neck, not yet touched by your breath,
rests on my pillow and waits for your lips
will they ever break on me in waves like the ocean,
crashing down slow and long?
still i'd settle for your voice, in the dark before the dawn,
so call after midnight and sing a sweet song.
i don't know you at all, yet you know me too well,
your eyes, they see so far.
someday i'll learn the real geography
and genesis of all your scars.
the night hides them all as you rein your heart in,
you won't let it feel for me.
will you ever let me inside your painter's-box soul,
where the brushes and tears are all caught?
still i'd settle just to know the way your art is wrought,
so call after midnight and sing me that song.
you're already a ghost in my bed,
once, won't you come back and rise from the dead?
will you ever reveal yourself to me?
let your voice rise full and strong?
even passing me by, as you wander along?
call after midnight and sing a sweet song.
call me, please,
call after midnight and sing me to sleep