The morning is dead, and the day is too
Nothing left here to greet me but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away

And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone

Now the smiling portrait on my frowning wall
Really doesn't bother me, bother me at all
It's just the falling dust, really makes it so hard for me to see
Forgotten earring laying on the floor facing coldly towards the door

And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone

The morning is dead, and the day is too
Nothing left here to greet me but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away

And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone