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)