'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

And we roll it Rock the blues away Up all night and day Drink the night away Until the light of day And we rock it And we're laughing And we're joking We won't get the blues because we

Time makes two, it takes two to heal a broken heart Time makes two love Makes more than friends Time makes true love More than just pretend Makes you count the nights And the moments Time will heal your troubles

Cause tonight will be alright Little darling Where you've been so long I've been out here thinking about ya And the feeling's real strong Well the time has come to celebrate You and me girl so sounds great Little darling, come on

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm

Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Burial to be In blood laced misery Propaganda death ensemble Corpses rotting through the night Scorched earth the policy

So why don't we get together And we could waste and we could waste it all tonight That everybody knows About everybody else Anything about themselves And I'm just a waste of her energy And she's just wasting my time

Oh, here she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up She's a man eater She'll only come out at night The lean and hungry type Nothing is new, I've seen her here before Watching and waiting She's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door So many have

He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks