After midnight, after it's all gone wrong
Will you help me, after I'm gone?
After I'm gone


Are you still living there, is she still by your side?
Do you still go to Terrace for a glass of wine?

Do you still cover up all your mistakes and lies for your unusable life?
Lost inside a decade that broke you on its own cracked teeth
On the tower of thought

That you want to do the decent thing
You lie asleep in lines for future times and vintage crimes
The point of this warped century is that there has to be

Something, something, something, something, something, something good

But after midnight, after it's all gone wrong

Will you still love me, will you still sing my song?
After I'm gone, after I'm gone


Fading into nothing is so appealing
An unforeseen unhappy ending
We're lost forever in our own endless sufferings or somewhere

And the hopeful thought that there must be
Someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone good


But after midnight, after it's all gone wrong
Will you still love me, would you be strong?
After I'm gone, after I'm gone


Don't forsake the memory ache
Don't you break, it's just the memory ache

Don't forsake the memory ache
Don't you break, it's just the memory ache
Don't forsake the memory ache

Don't you break, it's just the memory ache
Don't forsake the memory ache
Don't you break, it's just the memory ache

The memory ache, the memory ache
It's just the memory ache