Do You Want Your Tears Back?

Light Years icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 06 from the Nocturnal LP by The Midnight icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 ft. Nikki Flores icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

The Midnight's "Nocturnal" album cover. [Formatted]

I fell in love with a feeling—I didn’t fall in love with you
There was a song I was singing, but it wasn’t meant for you
I’m sorry that I can’t stay
And I’m sorry that we’re light years away

I bite your lip and you taste like summer time
I can’t forget the days when you were mine

Do you wander the streets every night just to find me too?

Light years
Echoes
In the streetlights
In between those spaces in the moment
Come and find me where we let go

I fell in love with a feeling and your funny faces
You were beautiful and broken in all the right places
I’m sorry that I can’t stay
And I’m sorry that we’re light years away

Millions of miles behind or light years ahead
Our time is now
Our time was then
And I hear your voice inside of my head, but it’s just a silhouette

Do you wonder what happens to all of the love we lose?

Light years
Echoes
In the streetlights
In between those spaces in the moment
Come and find me where we let go

Light years
Do you want your tears back?
They’re gone—I’m sorry

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind, Through Your Window in the Sky?

Nighthawks icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 10 from the Endless Summer LP by The Midnight icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

The Midnight's "Endless Summer" album cover. [Formatted]

I see you, you see me, in the eighteenth floor across the street
Sometimes you dance
Sometimes you eat TV dinners then fall asleep

Do I ever cross your mind, through your window in the sky?
When you forget to close the blinds, so do I

I see you check your phone, wash the dishes and fold the clothes
Sometimes you stay up and get stoned, but you always sleep alone

Do I ever cross your mind, through your window in the sky?
When you forget to close the blinds, so do I

No One Has to Tell Her What a Feller is For

She’s Got Balls icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 08 from the High Voltage LP by AC/DC icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

AC/DC's "High Voltage" album cover. [Formatted]

She’s got style, that woman
Makes me smile, that woman
She’s got spunk, that woman
And funk, that woman
She’s got speed, my baby
Got what I need, my baby
She’s got the ability to make a man outta me

But most important of all—let me tell you—my lady’s got balls
She’s got balls

She’s got soul, my lady
Likes to crawl, my lady
All around the floor on her hands and knees because she likes to please me

But most important of all—let me tell you—my lady’s got balls
She’s got balls

And she’s got taste, my lady
And pace, my lady
Makes my heart race with her pretty face

She’s got balls, my lady
Likes to crawl, my lady
On hands and knees, all around the floor
No one has to tell her what a fella is for

But let me tell you, my lady’s got balls
She’s got balls

The Truth Is, To Some Degree, We All Steal

Hellbound icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the Degradation Trip LP by Jerry Cantrell icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Jerry Cantrell's "Degradation Trip" album art. [Formatted]

Going down: a last act scene
Curtain call, begin bowing
Self-appointed abuse king
We’re hellbound, that’s my belief

Black eat white
Catch that thrill
Whatever comes, eat your fill
Choke on the bones
It’s a flowing stream that has long stilled
The truth is, to some degree, we all steal

Hey now
Come round
We’re hellbound and going way down

Justified: a self-made man
All I do is do what I can
My edges were sharpened with blasted sand
I’m a bizarre and devoted fan

Black eat white
Catch that thrill
Whatever comes, eat your fill
Choke on the bones
The flowing theme is blown will
The truth is, to some degree, we all steal

Hey now
Come round
We’re hellbound and going to stay down

Washington: a fishbelly rust
A sad chapter, I read the last page first

Black eat white
Catch that thrill
Whatever comes, eat your fill
Choke on the bones
Our flowing dream now killed
The truth is, to some degree, we all steal

Hey now
Come round
We’re hellbound and going way down