you remind me of a shadow in the dark 
next to me on a bench of Central Park 
with only the city providing the sound 
a noisy backdrop for our memories 
you've always been the mistress of bad luck 
making love for another lousy buck 
the thrill was always cheaper than the kinda life you bought 
it makes me wonder, a penny for your thought 

around midnight 
when the rain turns the street into spark light 
around midnight 
when the pain stays at home you're in Paradise 
around midnight


(c) Frank Boeijen