It’s midnight at the Starlite Diner. You said meet me at a quarter to twelve, and I’m standing in the corner wishing you were here in my arms. Fare thee well my old friends. Fare thee well.
Is it possible to love someone too much. You bet. The drugs are in safe and the clothes are on the couch, intertwined but none of them are yours and all of them are mine. So cry, cry like a baby. Into an ocean of wishes, but it don’t ever rain on a street drenched with painted ladies. Fare thee well my old friends. Fare thee well.
Have you ever slept it off to the bones and woken up at night my love? Having dreamt you called them all, every person you could never love.
It’s a blowout on a birthday cake, and I’m a birthday candle floating on the lake.
Where are you, it’s getting late. It’s midnight at the Starlite Diner. You said meet me at a quarter to twelve and I’m standing in the corner.
Oh there you are.
Last updated January 09, 2016