Lyrics:

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?