A floodlit tennis court We play nocturnal sport And wear our skew whiff smiles We wear our skew whiff smiles x2 A designated driver vehicle A laugh Our 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 The forest opens up We fill another cup And feel our senses slide The bubbles of your nose Spill on your summer clothes You grab a guiding hand The bubbles of 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 A bead of sweat drops down You're misting up my mind It's getting so confined You're misting up my mind It's getting so confined you're turning the screw You're misting up my mind What will I do? It's getting so confined you're turning the screw You're misting up my mind What did I do?