A covert operation In the bedroom of the world A lowly dedication To the lonely of the world In the middle of the night In the heart of every desperate night A hunger to feel welcome Out in the bedrooms of the world I see the implications The betrayal and the hurt But in the middle of the night In the middle of every desperate night Who'll know?
A covert operation In the bedroom of the world A lowly dedication To the lonely of the world In the middle of the night In the heart of every desperate night A hunger to feel welcome Out in the bedrooms of the world I see the implications The betrayal and the hurt But in the middle of the night In the middle of every desperate night Who'll know?
