Midnight On The Hill

A floodlit tennis court

We play nocturnal sport

And wear our skew-whiff smiles

We wear our skew-whiff smile

A floodlit tennis court

We play nocturnal sport

And wear our skew-whiff smiles

We wear our skew-whiff smiles

A designated drive a vehicle alive

With voices quick and shrill

I tell my secrets to a perfect stranger

It was midnight on the hill

A sudden silence, too much information

We were struggling with our will

What happened next? I would like to know

Funny how the moments come and go

A forest opens up

We fill another cup and feel our senses slide

The bubbles up your nose spill on your summer clothes

You grab a guiding hand

The bubbles up your nose spill on your summer clothes

You grab a guiding hand

What happened next? I would like to know

Funny how the moments come and go

What happened next? I would like to know

The smell of sunscreen, smeared on the front seat

You in your bare feet, tapping on the glove box

It was an empty dream

This is how the summer ends

A bead of sweat drops down

You’re misting up my mind (what'll I do?)

And it’s getting so confined (you’re turning the screw)

You’re misting up my mind (what’ll I do?)

And it’s getting so confined (you’re turning the screw)

You’re misting up my mind (what’ll I do?)

And it’s getting so confined (you’re turning the screw)

You’re misting up my mind (what’ll I do?)

Capitulating all night long

Capitulating you’re not that strong

What happened next? I would like to know

Funny how the moments come and go

Midnight, midnight, midnight

Midnight, midnight, midnight

Midnight, midnight, midnight

(What happens next?)

(What happens next?)

(What happens next?)

(What happens next?)

(Funny how the moments come and go)