Picket fences, sun-kissed faces, lemonade
Poured over ice in the summertime
Hardly watching TV your hands crept up to mine
I thought we might happen sometime
And your sunlight washes away
All the stains on my skin that he made
At midnight
Timing waited, haunted me down into the catacombs
You held my hand through the telephone
Anesthesia took its toll, oh I am paralyzed
I stood more still than I realized
And your sunlight washes away
All the stains on my skin that he made
At midnight
This gaze that I hold is bringing me down
Your blood runs cold, chills me to the bone
Until I'm gone
Twisted cravings eat away at my heart tonight
Waiting for him to fall out of mind, out of mind, out of sight
Then your sunlight washes away
All the stains on my skin that he made
At midnight
At midnight
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