Oh, Tonight - The Hidden Cameras

Tis the season of the year to turn inside

And to see each day turn into night

And I’m thinking of a word I could use to describe

I’ve given up on every theory, law and design

I’ve got my keys and my money and I’ve got my phone

My mind is in a place nobody knows

I hate the things that I used to like

I must be stepping to the beat of such an off time

Or rather my step must be taken by the dawn’s early light

You know I meant what I said when I said you were mine

I guess I’ll head on home to a private life

I got the heat on high I won’t freeze this time

The officer is dead, the criminals have fled

Your miracle ends here

My legs may be raised but my head’s held high

They be teasing and teaming and lining up like flies

You know I wouldn’t dare dream of a corrupted spine

But the seed of my youth feels awful sometimes

The fantasy has ended, your alibi confessed

Your own world will make a better man dead

Tonight, oh you

Tonight, oh you

The memory of you still lingers the next night

Maybe I’ll beat myself up or off, so hard to decide

We both look and do not look at different times

I’ve got one hand in my pocket I won’t lose this time

Dream or be dreamt of was the guy’s stupid line

Tonight, oh you

Tonight, oh you