Night Fiction

I couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you Was here for the fight, trying to prolong the slumber I don't know how it went wrong I'm in control, just dying to greet you It's okay, the record shows a man who's young; he wants to meet you Feeling low? Do tell Aching only makes you crazy It's here in my arms, ride another storm to Sunday I don't know where it comes from I'm in control, just dying to meet you It's okay we're not that old, here comes the time for my confession Genie; oh no I don't know how it went wrong I'm in control, just dying to greet you It's okay, the record shows a man who's young; he wants to meet you Genie; oh no Couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you I was here for the fight; ride another storm to Sunday Couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you I was here for the fight; ride another storm to Sunday