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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Look now, and see A piece of a comedy What could it be? Please tell me Open your eyes And see through her lies Cut them down to size. . . be wise Looking back, have you done anything to anyone Time's passed. . . in all those years, you must have done Something to hurt someone But now. . . they've got you and you'll never break free From the fate prepared for you, but at least You won't go silently Midnight is black Like the petals -- they lack Colour and feeling But when you're kneeling will you care? Open it now A thorn, a flower borne From hatred and scorn, sent this morning Bow low your head And pray for the end Look around the bend -- you're dead Looking back, have you done anything to anyone Time's passed. . . in all those years, you must have done Something to hurt someone But now. . . they've got you and you'll never break free From the fate prepared for you, but at least You won't go silently Midnight is black Like the petals -- they lack Colour and feeling But when you're kneeling will you care? A black rose A sign of death Prepare yourself and catch your breath Now you must run Even though it's a waste You can taste it, you soon will meet your fate Midnight is black Like the petals -- they lack Colour and feeling But when you're kneeling will you care? Midnight is black Like the petals -- they lack Colour and feeling But when you're kneeling will you care? |