Burns Out at Midnight Songtext
von Waxahatchee
Burns Out at Midnight Songtext
I got something to hold back
If I put up a fight, it′ll follow me home
I think I might stay out dancing
If my blood runs cold with a heart of stone
And my fire burns out at midnight
I get home from working hard, honey
State the obvious and watch it work its way in
We've been checked out, chasing the money
And I′ve been trying to tell 'em it ain't no way to live
We go another round, I got nothing to say
It don′t make a difference
I might be good on my own, but I ain′t running away
I wanna chase it to the end when I'm seeing a vision
If we take it way too far
I could stay here forever if I let myself
Picking dust off my bright star
If my heart of stone weighs on you heavy, babe
Just hit the lights and call it a night
I got reason to believe
This old house gave me a revelation
I wasn′t prepared to receive
And you've been called upon for the duration
You′re a wrangler keeping the pace
Hunting for open space
We might get tangled up, I got nothing to say
It don't make a difference
I might turn up the heat, it′s getting late
And my fire burns out at midnight
And my fire burns out at midnight
If I put up a fight, it′ll follow me home
I think I might stay out dancing
If my blood runs cold with a heart of stone
And my fire burns out at midnight
I get home from working hard, honey
State the obvious and watch it work its way in
We've been checked out, chasing the money
And I′ve been trying to tell 'em it ain't no way to live
We go another round, I got nothing to say
It don′t make a difference
I might be good on my own, but I ain′t running away
I wanna chase it to the end when I'm seeing a vision
If we take it way too far
I could stay here forever if I let myself
Picking dust off my bright star
If my heart of stone weighs on you heavy, babe
Just hit the lights and call it a night
I got reason to believe
This old house gave me a revelation
I wasn′t prepared to receive
And you've been called upon for the duration
You′re a wrangler keeping the pace
Hunting for open space
We might get tangled up, I got nothing to say
It don't make a difference
I might turn up the heat, it′s getting late
And my fire burns out at midnight
And my fire burns out at midnight
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