Midnite, the silence comes creeping.   Like a breath in the darkness, visions of you appear.    And I talk small to the pictures on my wall.   Lava lamp light bleeds on a crucifix.      Tonite, tonite.   13 tears I have bled for you tonite.      Midnite, and I'm dreaming.   Dreaming of you, dreaming of you in my room.   I pray to a broken radio, but the bitter sweet static, echoes a cold truth.      13 tears I have bled for you tonite   13 tears I have bled for you tonite      13 tears, my eyes have bled for you,    Your moonlit eyes can not be mine tonite.   I pray to this cage around your heart,   Dying a thousand times for one night with you.      Tonite, tonite.   13 tears I have bled for you tonite   13 tears I have bled for you tonite