Its Midnight — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

(words & music by wheeler - chesnut)



Maybe its too late. sometimes I even hate myself for loving you

Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you

Wanting you. where is all my selfcontrol Im burning way down in my soul

And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to

Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you dont love me like you used to

But its midnight, ohh and I miss you



Its getting late and I know thats when I am weak

Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light

I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you

Oh but its midnight yes and I miss you



Its getting late and I know thats when I am weak

Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light

I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you

Oh but its midnight yes and I miss you



Its midnight and I miss you