After midnight, after it's all gone wrong Will you help me, after I'm gone? After I'm gone Are you still living there, is she still by your side? Do you still go to Terrace for a glass of wine? Do you still cover up all your mistakes and lies for your unusable life? Lost inside a decade that broke you on its own cracked teeth On the tower of thought That you want to do the decent thing You lie asleep in lines for future times and vintage crimes The point of this warped century is that there has to be Something, something, something, something, something, something good But after midnight, after it's all gone wrong Will you still love me, will you still sing my song? After I'm gone, after I'm gone Fading into nothing is so appealing An unforeseen unhappy ending We're lost forever in our own endless sufferings or somewhere And the hopeful thought that there must be Someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone good But after midnight, after it's all gone wrong Will you still love me, would you be strong? After I'm gone, after I'm gone Don't forsake the memory ache Don't you break, it's just the memory ache Don't forsake the memory ache Don't you break, it's just the memory ache Don't forsake the memory ache Don't you break, it's just the memory ache Don't forsake the memory ache Don't you break, it's just the memory ache The memory ache, the memory ache It's just the memory ache
