Song | Sometime Around Midnight (live) |
Artist | The Airborne Toxic Event |
Album | All I Ever Wanted: Live from Walt Disney Concert Hall |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
And it starts, sometime around midnight. | |
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself | |
for a minute or two. | |
As you stand, under the bar lights. | |
And the band plays some song | |
about forgetting yourself for a while. | |
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile. | |
And that white dress she’s wearing | |
you haven’t seen her for a while. | |
But you know, that she’s watching. | |
She’s laughing, she’s turning. | |
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*. | |
The room’s suddenly spinning. | |
She walks up and asks how you are. | |
So you can smell her perfume. | |
You can see her lying naked in your arms. | |
And so there’s a change, in your emotions. | |
And all these memories come rushing | |
like feral waves to your mind. | |
Of the curl of your bodies, | |
like two perfect circles entwined. | |
And you feel hopeless and homeless | |
and lost in the haze of the wine. | |
Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know. | |
But she makes sure you saw her. | |
She looks right at you and bolts. | |
As she walks out the door, | |
your blood boiling | |
your stomach in ropes. | |
Oh and when your friends say, | |
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” | |
Then you walk, under the streetlights. | |
And you’re too drunk to notice, | |
that everyone is staring at you. | |
You just don’t care what you look like, | |
the world is falling around you. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You know that she’ll break you in two. |
And it starts, sometime around midnight. | |
Or at least that' s when you lose yourself | |
for a minute or two. | |
As you stand, under the bar lights. | |
And the band plays some song | |
about forgetting yourself for a while. | |
And the piano' s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile. | |
And that white dress she' s wearing | |
you haven' t seen her for a while. | |
But you know, that she' s watching. | |
She' s laughing, she' s turning. | |
She' s holding her tonic like a cross. | |
The room' s suddenly spinning. | |
She walks up and asks how you are. | |
So you can smell her perfume. | |
You can see her lying naked in your arms. | |
And so there' s a change, in your emotions. | |
And all these memories come rushing | |
like feral waves to your mind. | |
Of the curl of your bodies, | |
like two perfect circles entwined. | |
And you feel hopeless and homeless | |
and lost in the haze of the wine. | |
Then she leaves, with someone you don' t know. | |
But she makes sure you saw her. | |
She looks right at you and bolts. | |
As she walks out the door, | |
your blood boiling | |
your stomach in ropes. | |
Oh and when your friends say, | |
" What is it? You look like you' ve seen a ghost." | |
Then you walk, under the streetlights. | |
And you' re too drunk to notice, | |
that everyone is staring at you. | |
You just don' t care what you look like, | |
the world is falling around you. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You know that she' ll break you in two. |
And it starts, sometime around midnight. | |
Or at least that' s when you lose yourself | |
for a minute or two. | |
As you stand, under the bar lights. | |
And the band plays some song | |
about forgetting yourself for a while. | |
And the piano' s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile. | |
And that white dress she' s wearing | |
you haven' t seen her for a while. | |
But you know, that she' s watching. | |
She' s laughing, she' s turning. | |
She' s holding her tonic like a cross. | |
The room' s suddenly spinning. | |
She walks up and asks how you are. | |
So you can smell her perfume. | |
You can see her lying naked in your arms. | |
And so there' s a change, in your emotions. | |
And all these memories come rushing | |
like feral waves to your mind. | |
Of the curl of your bodies, | |
like two perfect circles entwined. | |
And you feel hopeless and homeless | |
and lost in the haze of the wine. | |
Then she leaves, with someone you don' t know. | |
But she makes sure you saw her. | |
She looks right at you and bolts. | |
As she walks out the door, | |
your blood boiling | |
your stomach in ropes. | |
Oh and when your friends say, | |
" What is it? You look like you' ve seen a ghost." | |
Then you walk, under the streetlights. | |
And you' re too drunk to notice, | |
that everyone is staring at you. | |
You just don' t care what you look like, | |
the world is falling around you. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You just have to see her. | |
You know that she' ll break you in two. |