You know how we've grown, and how they capture every tone
Well everyone's a writer, well I see the pictures of every life and the day they die
But it's your image burnt into my mind And again I find that it's worth the climb
I might love, but it's right on time
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.