dear kristie how do i get right when i can t get myself to higher ground i ve got all this tinder piled inside my heart but i don t have the tools to make a spark i don t wanna worry you but i can see my time slipping into twilight passing into night i m not giving in no i m only letting go midnight you won t hurt me anymore let the devil have his horns and heathen souls midnight i m too young to feel this old only two ways this can end i ve gotta die or i ve gotta find jesus i don t know which one is worse i might die accursed least it s an end or if i m borned again i ll live with a hole where my heart should ve been yours with love william let the devil have his horns and heathen souls midnight i m too young to feel this old oh let the savior have one more heathen soul midnight you won t hurt me anymore midnight you can t hurt me