| Song | Midnight Oil |
| Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
| Album | The Nocturne Diaries |
| Moonrise over the mountain | |
| The sky is midnight blue | |
| I'm thinking ‘bout the hard times | |
| Moonrise over the mountain | |
| The sky is midnight blue | |
| I'm thinking ‘bout the hard times | |
| That lie ahead of you | |
| You'll never know just what was lost | |
| In your spiral down from grace | |
| We'll never know the final cost | |
| For the worthless dreams we chased | |
| But save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world's born | |
| When we ride the old one down | |
| It never will be paradise | |
| It never will be bliss | |
| But love will make it worth the price | |
| Even in times like this | |
| So save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world's born | |
| When we ride the old one down | |
| Moonlight over the mountain | |
| The midnight oil burns low | |
| There'll never be enough time | |
| Till it's your time to go | |
| So save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world's born | |
| When we ride the old one down |
| Moonrise over the mountain | |
| The sky is midnight blue | |
| I' m thinking ' bout the hard times | |
| Moonrise over the mountain | |
| The sky is midnight blue | |
| I' m thinking ' bout the hard times | |
| That lie ahead of you | |
| You' ll never know just what was lost | |
| In your spiral down from grace | |
| We' ll never know the final cost | |
| For the worthless dreams we chased | |
| But save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world' s born | |
| When we ride the old one down | |
| It never will be paradise | |
| It never will be bliss | |
| But love will make it worth the price | |
| Even in times like this | |
| So save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world' s born | |
| When we ride the old one down | |
| Moonlight over the mountain | |
| The midnight oil burns low | |
| There' ll never be enough time | |
| Till it' s your time to go | |
| So save your sorrow for another morn | |
| Though your heart lies on the ground | |
| Come tomorrow maybe a new world' s born | |
| When we ride the old one down |