you remind me of a shadow in the dark
next to me on a bench of Central Park
with only the city providing the sound
a noisy backdrop for our memories
you've always been the mistress of bad luck
making love for another lousy buck
the thrill was always cheaper than the kinda life you bought
it makes me wonder, a penny for your thought
around midnight
when the rain turns the street into spark light
around midnight
when the pain stays at home you're in Paradise
around midnight
