It's two in the mornin'
I'm staing at the ceiling,
trying to conjure up your touch.
Maybe I don't understand it,
but some how something was lost,
that no amount of prayers could ever retrieve.
All that I remember is...
a book full of promises and dreams,
how you held out a handfull of love,
but I flat out refused it,
'cause i was so afraid to lose it.
Maybe I just wanted it to much,
now its lost..so...
spirit of love rest on me tonight.
I'm wide awake at midnight,
praying in the moonlight,
just like a thousand times before.
I don't really know for sure,
but I think a door was shut somewhere,
and no amount of tears will ever open it.
I could die on a thousand crosses,
and count ten thousand dreams.
If i could only know for certain,
I could put away my fears,
and end this useless scene.
Spirit of love fall on me tonight.