Midnight

Dear Kristie, how do I get right
When I can’t get myself to higher ground?
I’ve got all this tinder piled inside my heart
But I don’t have the tools to make a spark
I don’t wanna worry you, but I can see my time
Slipping into twilight, passing into night
I’m not giving in, no I’m only letting go
Midnight, you won’t hurt me anymore
Let the devil have his horns and heathen souls
Midnight, I’m too young to feel this old
Only two ways this can end:
I’ve gotta die or I’ve gotta find Jesus
I don’t know which one is worse
I might die accursed
Least it’s an end
Or if I’m borned again
I’ll live with a hole where my heart should’ve been
Yours with love, William
Let the devil have his horns and heathen souls
Midnight, I’m too young to feel this old
Oh, let the Savior have one more heathen soul
Midnight, you won’t hurt me anymore
Midnight, you can’t hurt me