it's two in the morning,
i'm staring at the ceiling,
trying to conjure your touch.
Maybe i don't understand it,
but some how something was lost,
that no ammount of any prayer could retrieve.
All that i remember is,
a book full of promises and dreams.
How you held out a handful of love,
but i flat out refused it,
'cause i was so afraid to lose it.
Maybe i just wanted it to much,
now its lost...so...
spirit of love rest on me tonight.
I'm wide awake at midnight,
praying in the moonlight,
just like a thousand times before.
I don't really know for sure,
but i think a door was shut somewhere,
and no amount of tears will ever open it.
I could die on a thousand crosses,
and count ten thousand dreams.
If i could only know for certain,
I could put away my fears,
and end this useless scene.
Spirit of love, fall on me tonight.
