The midnight rain rattles the mind
The sound keeps ringing in slow beats
It wakes up the sleeping pattern
As if to say angels are playing their music
The sparks of lightning
In the midnight dark sky
The mad witches aren't flying
It's only the midnight rain
In the cities of neons light
The midnight owls aren't sleeping
They are in high gears to parties
Bottom up drinks, songs and women and men
The midnight gay living
The angels will try to say
Nobody will heed the call
They are all drowning in the fire
The walls of lightings
The blast of music on the beats
The gay living in full swing
Only angels will cry
The midnight rain rattles the mind
Outside on the streets
The drivers cruising in the rain
Sleep can wait only angels will cry
Drowning in the fire
Of drinks, music, women and men
Nothing else matters in gay living
Only angels will cry
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