The Heat of the Night

Every night Waking up and thinking that there is something

My head spin wondering over what we might have been but if I

try I might break down and wonder Should I pick up the phone

this is all wrong All I can do is dream the night

it flows through through me Heat of the night it's always haunting

me Heat of the night it's always taunting the heat of

the night Remember it as I walk Going through the

motions it seems too late Feel trapped tossing eternal life no escape