Midnight fading on the edge of town
I trace the shadow where you lay it down
I feel your heartbeat underneath the fold
A secret story that we leave untold
I found the pages by the wooden bed
With all the quiet things you never said
A trace of perfume on the open seam
I read the lines and slip into the dream
The moon is pouring through the window glass
I watch the weary hours slowly pass
I feel the fever pulling at my skin
I open up the book and let you in
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death
Every page is burning up the dark
Leaving nothing but a lonely spark.. lonely spark..
Your fingertips have danced across the spine
A quiet invitation to be mine
I trace the letters falling from your pen
And want to feel your body close again
The moon is pouring through the window glass
I watch the weary hours slowly pass
I feel the fever pulling at my skin
I open up the book and let you in
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death
Every page is burning up the dark
Leaving nothing but a lonely spark.. lonely spark..
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
I trace the ink until the morning light
I turn the pages just to see where they lead
Another midnight confession from Sayed
We fall into the deep and endless blue
A painted sky that only breaks for you
I read your heart on every single line
Now let me take your hand and make it mine
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death
I trace the shadow where you lay it down
I feel your heartbeat underneath the fold
A secret story that we leave untold
I found the pages by the wooden bed
With all the quiet things you never said
A trace of perfume on the open seam
I read the lines and slip into the dream
The moon is pouring through the window glass
I watch the weary hours slowly pass
I feel the fever pulling at my skin
I open up the book and let you in
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death
Every page is burning up the dark
Leaving nothing but a lonely spark.. lonely spark..
Your fingertips have danced across the spine
A quiet invitation to be mine
I trace the letters falling from your pen
And want to feel your body close again
The moon is pouring through the window glass
I watch the weary hours slowly pass
I feel the fever pulling at my skin
I open up the book and let you in
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death
Every page is burning up the dark
Leaving nothing but a lonely spark.. lonely spark..
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
I trace the ink until the morning light
I turn the pages just to see where they lead
Another midnight confession from Sayed
We fall into the deep and endless blue
A painted sky that only breaks for you
I read your heart on every single line
Now let me take your hand and make it mine
Oh, this cracked leather journal holds the night
Every word you wrote is catching light
I feel the rhythm of your heavy breath
A slow confession that I love to death