Midnight On The Hill

(álbum: Too Much Information - 2014)

A floodlit tennis court. We play
nocturnal sport and 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... What happened
next? I would like to know. Funny
how the moments come and go.
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 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. Midnight — what happened next?