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 glovebox
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
What happened next?
Maxïmo Park - Midnight On The Hill (Recorded Live At Vada Studios) Lyrics
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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 glovebox
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
What happened next?
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 glovebox
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
What happened next?
Writer: Duncan Lloyd, Lukas Wooller, Paul Rafferty, Paul Smith, Thomas English
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music