In the middle of the night
Comes a knockin' at my door
There's a limousine outside
And I know whom it's for

And I heard it
Bein' read
And I heard it
Bein' said
Aw
That the comfort
In your head
And I wonder
If it doesn't create
A sense of shame

In the middle of the night
Comes a knockin' at my door
There's a limousine outside
And I know whom it's for

And you're leanin' on
Your wheel in your car
As you walk
To the top of the hill
And you hope
The will in your mind
Does not jump
From the edge to the climb
With a sense of shame

It was the time
Before the last
And you did not give up
And I threw you
On the ground
And you did not get up
And I don't know why
And I don't know why
But the tears in your eyes
It made me want to cry
But with a sense of shame

It was the time
Before the last
W e did not make up
And I threw you
On the ground
And you did not get up
And I don't know why
And I don't know why
Something in your eyes
It made me want to cry
With a sense of shame

You meet me heather deep
I bury your heart
On my knees all the time

In the middle of the night
Comes a knockin' at my door
There's a limousine outside
And I know who it's for

Composição: Martha Wainwright