If I'm betting on an if and if that if might have a chance to
survive. It runs into twelve different ways of existing. Each with
capacity to change if's mind. The vibes says six, so be six, now if
has a clone. That is a bit more feminine. Pondering the paces of
what's going down... life. And the greeting is (oh, it's you
again...) Now come the images so many images. The painful colors
and the bliss like tries. I'm taking notes till the end of
theatrics, Then it stops, ends dies... Whatever is whatever, it
calculates the karma. And tries to adjust as it inquire what's
shaking. But through no eyes, I could see the entity crying...
(Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I cry, when midnight
sighs... Lets pretend it's true, no, facade. The vibe says seven,
do I look surprised? No. You, you're so disturbing. Anxious tears
do these paint my eyes... Oh. The mysterious fee no one sees. And
no one tries. Whenever tangible, I'll fall out of love. But for now
my mind isn't mine... Sporadic advice, never thinks twice, But
exotic thoughts conclude this frenzy. pay no attention to the
scars. However bright all the men see is precious you. Immaculate
trues. Patient lies, say (Prince you're flying), yeah. But through
no thoughts, I could see this concept crying. (Chorus 2x) When
Midnight Sighs. If about to me it's down the line. So the vibes say
five. I put on hooves, horns and an attitude. And nonchalantly find
I'm alive.. 12:00 am, I understand. I find the eight too late it's
gone. But I could see this woman crying, (cussing, crying and
carrying on...my God...) (Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I
cry, when midnight sighs... (repeat chorus, ad lib...)
