(3:55) (A. Cordes) If I'm betting on an if and if that if might have a chance to survive. It runs into twelve different ways of existing. Each with capacity to change if's mind. The vibes says six, so be six, now if has a clone. That is a bit more feminine. Pondering the paces of what's going down... life. And the greeting is (oh, it's you again...) Now come the images so many images. The painful colors and the bliss like tries. I'm taking notes till the end of theatrics, Then it stops, ends dies... Whatever is whatever, it calculates the karma. And tries to adjust as it inquire what's shaking. But through no eyes, I could see the entity crying... (Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I cry, when midnight sighs... Lets pretend it's true, no, facade. The vibe says seven, do I look surprised? No. You, you're so disturbing. Anxious tears do these paint my eyes... Oh. The mysterious fee no one sees. And no one tries. Whenever tangible, I'll fall out of love. But for now my mind isn't mine... Sporadic advice, never thinks twice, But exotic thoughts conclude this frenzy. pay no attention to the scars. However bright all the men see is precious you. Immaculate trues. Patient lies, say (Prince you're flying), yeah. But through no thoughts, I could see this concept crying. (Chorus 2x) When Midnight Sighs. If about to me it's down the line. So the vibes say five. I put on hooves, horns and an attitude. And nonchalantly find I'm alive.. 12:00 am, I understand. I find the eight too late it's gone. But I could see this woman crying, (cussing, crying and carrying on...my God...) (Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I cry, when midnight sighs... (repeat chorus, ad lib...)