Texty: Stephen Jerzak. Goodnight, Central Park.

You were getting tired, i was lying beside you with your head without a pillow.
i would have given you mine, but i couldn't let you go.
i could tell you we're dreaming and i know it couldn't be about me,
cause you don't know me.

and i bought a dozen flowers,
eleven we roses and the other one was a daisy.
and i was thinking about it and giving them to you but i thought of a way to get closer to you so i came over and knocked on your door but you, weren't home cause you don't know how
and ohh, and ohh, and ohh, and ohh and i, and i, and i, am tired

when we walk through the park
and the autumn around us could almost numb our hands
there's something about you that i can't seem to see
cause i've been waiting about for a moment like this it's a moment i thought that i'd never miss but i noticed this cause i don't know you
and ohh, and ohh, and ohh, and i, and i, and i, am tired

and i don't want to say goodnight cause i'm not tired like you
no, i'm not tired like you (x3)

(Thanks to Stephen for these lyrics)