As the clock strikes midnight my mind is on something\u00a0beautiful
\nAway in the city she is who I long to be with this\u00a0night
\nWe don’t need any words or to speak just us together\u00a0touching
\nIt is as if the only language we have is our\u00a0love
\nAs my eyes grow weary and my heart is full I feel\u00a0drunk<\/p>\n
But in all honesty it is a foolish truth or maybe this\u00a0insomnia
\nCurse this forsaken burden that now cast upon me. Oh\u00a0insomnia!
\nWords muddled and lines are blurred it is almost\u00a0beautiful
\nTrying to convey these thoughts or feelings of my love
\nCan I be any more frank or do my words any\u00a0less touching
\nI can’t think straight but all I feel is the warmth of night
\nJust listen to me and hear me speak for am confused as a drunk<\/p>\n
A fool am I to think that my wakefulness is clear, not\u00a0drunk
\nAgain I curse and swear and scream and blame my\u00a0insomnia
\nMissing the sights the sounds the things that are beautiful
\nAre you thinking less of me amongst the confusion my\u00a0love?
\nBecause at this very moment I rather be with you hands\u00a0touching
\nLet the sounds of the city play the lullaby of the\u00a0night<\/p>\n
\nAnd that’s what this is a man in love up at\u00a0night
\nPretending to be far from a truth and creatively\u00a0drunk
\nI shouldn’t curse it or blame my companion\u00a0insomnia
\nSince I writing words as an attempt to say what is beautiful
\nIt is like the waltz of the stars and the moon in\u00a0love
\nSpread out across the sky like a painting, how\u00a0touching<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And then my heart feels it again the long of us\u00a0touching
\nUnderneath your sheets as we listen against the night
\nYour eyes are closed and against me you lay. So\u00a0beautiful
\nI am still awake and I don’t blame it anymore on the\u00a0insomnia
\nA sharp noise wakes you but it’s just a\u00a0drunk
\nI don’t want to be anywhere else by here beside the one I\u00a0love<\/p>\n
You talking in your sleep roll over and kiss the man you\u00a0love
\nAnd I smile back run my fingers through your hair\u00a0touching
\nThe hours keep going by and I don’t want the end of this\u00a0night
\nI understand now what the singers say it is to be love\u00a0drunk
\nAnd I try to sleep but I cannot, as I cannot rid this\u00a0insomnia
\nYet, I am at peace with the moment that I find so beautiful<\/p>\n
You are\u00a0beautiful you are my\u00a0love
\nLet’s spend this\u00a0night\u00a0touching
\nI am not\u00a0drunk and I am lying about the\u00a0insomnia<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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