Darling, I’ll make you proud
I’ve been working myself down to the bone
And painting this dream I’ve found;
This is a fucking house and this is not a home. No, this is not a home
Down at the theatre you’re saving my seat
And it’s the play we’ve both been waiting to see
But I’m out tonight, I’m caving and weak
The curtains are drawn, the lights come on You’ll have to watch it alone
And it was Midnight Run
In a way we both experienced one
It was a Midnight Run
In a way we both…
Darling I’ll make you proud
I’ve been working myself down to the bone
And painting this dream I’ve found;
This is a fucking house and this is not a home. No, this is not a home
Honesty found. Just promise me now you’d want to be around after the Midnight
Run
I know this is how it ends, but I can’t leave my friends
Now I can’t think of the words, but it was something about a means to an end
Darling I’ll make you proud
I’ve been working myself down to the bone
And painting this dream I’ve found;
This is a fucking house and this is not a home
No, this is not a home