Theme - Nina Simone

Only the lonely love

Only the sad of soul

Wake and begin their day in the middle of the night

To breakfast on their pride

Where joys and tears just dried

To breakfast with the moon

In the middle of the night

Then to cut once more, my miserly hoard

Of your kisses in this darkness restored

To grasp your absent grace

In desperate embrace

To make your false heart true

Middle of the Night… The night