HEART IS late at night up there shines the harvest moon there are thoughts in my head which way should I go? fear is growing sometimes in nights like these missing, but not willing sweet smell smells so sweet I bleed turn around up and down I think I will become crazy now hands soothe so smooth I think I will become crazy now what would you say? what would you say? what would you say? and my heart's beating always for you in these hard times I think we'll go through