... Midnight is a palace And I fear I have been dishonest Leaning pencilly against the kitchen sink I am ashamed of everything All the love that I've abandoned All the friends I took for granted Now I drink my troubles neat As you wait for me to come to sleep ... Off in the back bedroom you lay still as a death sentence Weighing heavily upon the inmates mind I am astranged of everything In these halls of whorey shadows Of a life lived incomplete We could of had a family A littered legacy Now instead of photo albums It's a house of record sleeps And it's coming down ... Up above our heads I hear the creaking of a footstep And the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock I am afraid of everything And as I peak around the corner I spot a spectre with his scythe Just another senseless lie To end in one fell swoop I was certain I was special I guess my nuerons hit the truth I wish you'd lie to me tonight Hold me and tell me I'm not so bad Tell me I made some sort of difference That our love is more than chance Oh, I am coming down ...