Things have changed my chemicals have shifted,
I’m a different person
every time we meet.
I’m caught in a trap like a rabbit on a track.
It’s an angry attack, left a scar on my back.
Here is my real sad story...
He was 5’6 with a sentimental crucifix
hanging down his neck.
She was sweet sixteen in her first limousine
and his hand slipped around her back.
They arrived on the scene
like the king & queen
of the prom that couldn’t last,
did they ever really have a chance?
We are midnight,
on a fast ride.
Held a ticket in our hands for anywhere.
Out of our minds,
thought we could fly.
But as the morning comes we start to disappear.
Why are we so quick
to let our innocence go?
So nobody told me til it’s only the lonely,
a classic case, yeah a sorry story.
And my story etches on...
She’s a smart talking girl with a chip on her shoulder,
yeah she’s got a little game to play.
Meets a shell of a man in a rock n roll band
and he can’t let her slip away.
The only time they’re satisfied
is when they’re on the chase.
Will we ever really get away?
We are midnight,
we are last night.
Got a ticket out of town with no return.
We’re on no time,
we can’t rewind.
As the morning comes we start to disappear.
We won’t keep up
with this pace another year.
Will we ever really get a break?
We are midnight,
in a fist fight.
We got a taste of what it’s like to be alive.
All alone now,
don’t wanna come down.
But as the morning comes we start to disappear.
disappear...
So let it all ride.
Because we are midnight.
