Night Light

Write a note on the back of your hand These are so oyu can understand And take good pride in what you have The day is done, the day is gone again I'll be waiting up at midnight When you feel Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Blackened sky is closing in Concrete wall, yet still and often spin Cool breeze and cocktails fight This bitter taste, this bitter wate of mine I'll be waiting up at midnight When you feel Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me Its the ghost you made of me