Bob Gaulke - Midnight March Lyrics

Walking at night under industrial lights
Into a bedroom with a bass guitar
I've had this act for a life or a half
Its gotten me to where you are

Seeing your face at an hour this late
Disintegrates dark thoughts
I could believe time means nothing
These moments outweigh years of nothing much

My hair's out of place I'm sweat-stained
My monkey trunk's there in the hall
Full of ideas and a couple of things
That I've let wear me down

The delight the discovery of someone new
Papers over a pain that feels tatooed
We could be a million people we could be ourselves
Shedding skins on greasy beds

Holding you with dirty hands
Feeling your skin breathing you in
Holding you with dirty hands
From ecstasy to fear we go and back again