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?
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?