There’s a space on my wall where the shadow falls
But your memory paints the midnight blue
I can feel your warmth through these wooden halls
Come fill this empty frame, I’m waiting for you
The embers are fading, turning to gray
I can still hear your laughter dancing in the air
Your silhouette lingers at the end of the day
And I just want to run my fingers through your hair
Every tick of the clock is a beat of my heart
The distance between us is tearing me apart
You left a sweet spark on the edge of my bed
Now your whispered secrets are spinning in my head
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night
Yeah, the canvas is waiting for what we could be
Just you and me, honey, just you and me
The scent of your perfume is caught in the breeze
It wraps around my shoulders and brings me to my knees
I poured a couple glasses, letting the ice melt down
Wishing you were driving back to this side of town
Every tick of the clock is a beat of my heart
The distance between us is tearing me apart
You left a sweet spark on the edge of my bed
Now your whispered secrets are spinning in my head
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night
Yeah, the canvas is waiting for what we could be
Just you and me, honey, just you and me
The shadows stretch across this hardwood floor
And every second makes me want you more
I'm saving up the quiet just to see your face
And Sayed is only waiting for your sweet embrace
The canvas needs a touch to make the vision whole
Let this heavy midnight silence take control
I saved the quietest hours just for us
All that's missing is you walking through my door
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night
But your memory paints the midnight blue
I can feel your warmth through these wooden halls
Come fill this empty frame, I’m waiting for you
The embers are fading, turning to gray
I can still hear your laughter dancing in the air
Your silhouette lingers at the end of the day
And I just want to run my fingers through your hair
Every tick of the clock is a beat of my heart
The distance between us is tearing me apart
You left a sweet spark on the edge of my bed
Now your whispered secrets are spinning in my head
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night
Yeah, the canvas is waiting for what we could be
Just you and me, honey, just you and me
The scent of your perfume is caught in the breeze
It wraps around my shoulders and brings me to my knees
I poured a couple glasses, letting the ice melt down
Wishing you were driving back to this side of town
Every tick of the clock is a beat of my heart
The distance between us is tearing me apart
You left a sweet spark on the edge of my bed
Now your whispered secrets are spinning in my head
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night
Yeah, the canvas is waiting for what we could be
Just you and me, honey, just you and me
The shadows stretch across this hardwood floor
And every second makes me want you more
I'm saving up the quiet just to see your face
And Sayed is only waiting for your sweet embrace
The canvas needs a touch to make the vision whole
Let this heavy midnight silence take control
I saved the quietest hours just for us
All that's missing is you walking through my door
Oh, the empty frame is calling out your name
Every stroke of midnight feels like a burning flame
I want to hold you close until the morning light
Paint our own masterpiece in the middle of the night