Midnight
And I see you on the street
Walking alone
And you don't realize
But I'm watching you
It's midnight on Friday
And you walk alone
Through the streets of New York

In silence you go
I can't get closer
Maybe my shyness is holding me back now
I wish it were like before
When we were young lovers
Because it has to be this way
Living a story isn't about writing the next pages
I didn't lie when I said I love you

It's midnight on Friday
And you walk alone
Through the streets of New York

In silence you go
I saw paradise one day
I felt love arrive
Like flowers in spring
But then I saw it go
Like leaves blown by the wind
This is my melody
That I wrote thinking of you
My song will find you at midnight
Walking through the streets of New York