It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter

Black outside like a murder of crows

I was 6 days clean and sober

with a bottle on the table

I hurt inside but nobody knows

One shot away from shooting

my soul straight through the ceiling

And fly away from feeling

how this pain, it still ain't gone

But flying's kinda risky when your wing's made of whiskey

And I know that I'll come crashing down just after the dawn

When there's no one around

and the silence in your soul is the only sound

In the darkness that surrounds you, are you hiding from the light?

When you finally hit the bottom,

will you do what's wrong or right?

You gonna find out what you're made of in the middle of the night

Closing eye can keep a secret and hold it deep inside

Every sin that keeps you sinner and every lie you ever lied

But when my heart has been through breaking
From all the hell I put her through

And all the love that I've forseen again on the run from what is true

Oh, now what you gonna do?

When there's no one around

and the silence in your soul is the only sound?

In the darkness that surrounds you are you hiding from the light?

When you finally hit the bottom will you do what's wrong or right?

You gonna find out what you're made of in the middle of the night

Middle of the night

It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter

Black outside like a murder of crows

Way down in the middle, middle of the night you'll find us

Middle of the night, middle

Way down

Way down in the middle, way down, way down, way down