Physical distance

Had become an illusion

In the midnight realm,

We generated strange music…

Plucking the strings in those sacred movements,

There was sometime born a romantic revolution.

Girl, I lied…

I was never lost in your eyes

I swear.

I was playing along for the sake of the ride.

I was only in this

For the thrill of the fight.

I watched you cling to my back

And took pleasure in your pain…

Because I reveled in the privacy

Of our shared delusion,

In the midnight realm…

Where we made strange music.

Girl, I’m lying,

I’m trying

To play your fool.

In the midnight realm,

Where memory beckons to you.