Nightbell Reunion

(hummmmm) The clock struck twelve,

a sudden ring

A sudden hand on a brass-coated spring

I opened the door to the cold night air

And twenty years of silence was standing right there

You held an old box made of cardboard and tape

With the childhood dreams we tried to shape

We swore we'd open it when we were grown

Before we drifted off and lived alone (ahhhh)

But you came back at midnight

With the dust of the years on your hands

Yeah, you came back at midnight

To see if we still understand (ooh-ooh) We sat on the floor,

spilled the dust on the rug

Two decades of distance dissolved in a hug

We asked the hard questions of why we let go

But the answers are things we might never quite know

That you came back at midnight

With the dust of the years on your hands

Yeah, you came back at midnight

To see if we still understand (yeah,

you came back) Maybe some things are worth a second try

Underneath this midnight sky (humm)