midnight and her porchlight s on the signal that her man is gone she ll open her back door wide i ll slip down the alley then slip inside she s waiting just inside the door in perfume probably nothing more she ll greet me with her arms spread wide hit by the darkness we ll fly fly fly standing here i feel just like a criminal returning to the seen of the crime every time that we steal these loving hours we promise that it will be the last time sneak out just before the dawn knowing that we ve done her man wrong he s out working while we re at plays and my conscious hounds me the whole long day mmmmm sun down my blood starts to stir all my thoughts go back to her at midnight my guilt will ease and i ll be watching her porchlight begging baby please please please standing here i feel just like a criminal returning to the seen of the crime yeah yeah yeah and every time that we steal these loving hours when we re stealing when we re stealing it we promise that it will be the last time yeah