It's Midnight - Elvis Presley

Maybe it’s too late.

Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you

Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you

Wanting you.

Where is all my selfcontrol I’m burning way down in my soul

And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don’t love me like you

used to But it’s midnight, Ohh and I miss you

It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weak

Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light

I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you

Oh but it’s midnight yes and I miss you

It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weak

Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light

I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you

Oh but it’s midnight yes and I miss you

It’s midnight and I miss you