Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness to the break of the day There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer (Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight) (Half past

And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Shadows underneath the eyes My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This

There's nothing I can say There's nothing we can do now And every time you try Goodnight, travel well The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain

'Cause I'm not a shadow I'm not the ground beneath your feet When you look down, you wont see me I'll stand up and I'll stand tall, I don't follow anyone I'm not a shadow, 'cause I'm not a shadow I'm not a shadow Here's to you don't settle, and never

To burn it like cedar I request another dream I need a forest fire (Another shade, another shadow) I'm saved by nature But it always forgets what I need I hope you'll stop me before I build a wall around me We need a forest fire You're thicker than you

I'll keep the life that I've got Hey, I'm not Synthetica, oh I'll keep the life that I've got, oh Some of us are wild ones, ever under wanted, Lining up in the background, Waiting for the crap shot to be seen In the shadow of the big screen, Everybody

Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison Kyrie eleison While I'm sleepin' Sweepin' over me Still the echo's achin' "Leave us not forsaken" So sad, and so true That even shadows come

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer Half past twelve

I'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old

But, oh, Lord, don't make it easy Keep me working till I work it all out Till I'm free from this shadow of doubt Keep me out of this shadow of doubt But please, please won't you shine enough light on me Just another homesick child, tired of running wild