Beseech

Half past twelve
And I''''m watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
autumn winds
blowing outside the window as I loom around the
room
and it makes me so depressed to see the phone
there''''s not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer
[Chorus]
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
won''''t somebody help me chase these shadows away
gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
take me through the darkness to the break of the day