In The Middle Of The Night - Martha Wainwright

In the middle of the night

Comes a knockin' at my door

There’s a limousine outside

And I know whom it’s for

And I heard it bein' read

And I heard it bein' said

Aw, that the comfort in your head

And I wonder if it doesn’t create a sense of shame

In the middle of the night

Comes a knockin' at my door

There’s a limousine outside

And I know whom it’s for

And you’re leanin' on your wheel in your car

As you walk to the top of the hill

And you hope the will in your mind

Does not jump from the edge to the climb

With a sense of shame

It was the time before the last

And you did not give up And I threw you on the ground

And you did not get up And I don’t know why

And I don’t know why

But the tears in your eyes

It made me want to cry

But with a sense of shame

It was the time before the last

W e did not make up And I threw you on the ground

And you did not get up And I don’t know why

And I don’t know why

Something in your eyes

It made me want to cry

With a sense of shame

You meet me heather deep

I bury your heart on my knees all the time

In the middle of the night

Comes a knockin' at my door

There’s a limousine outside

And I know who it’s for