3:55) (A. Cordes)



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