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