Midnight I've got trouble sleeping I'm making my way up to the Street where we last kissed In one hand I hold a picture of you In the other I hold the pieces of my heart (In the other I hold the pieces of my heart) Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to dust Over you... And so long I've got trouble sleeping I can't help but feel a little insecure So unsure... Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to dust Over you...