In the midnight hour
I can see you through the haze
Of memories and stardust
You're standing in the alley
The dirty filthy alley
Holding a bag of Jelly Babies
And my hand. . .
The air sweeps my face
Your hair brushes my cheek
And so I turn. . .
And your there
I find myself staring
Into the most beautiful eyes
That I've ever, ever seen
And they're staring right back at mine
If the walls start closing in
Well I don't care
It really doesn't matter
My jacket and arm
Is all the protection
You'll ever need
|