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written by Andrew Paine Bradbury/Joe Sweeney
lyrics
It wasn't the fate you were asking for now
But it came to you like 1-2-3
I've no idea what we're wearing these masks for
Now we know the definition of maturity
Turn yourself over to midnight
I know a place that we could be
There ain't no mistakes
Ain't no bright lights
Turn yourself over to me
Are you overstuffed or just over extended?
Maybe you're looking to find a little twist of lime
I'd pay you some mind if I could only pay attention
But we all gotta get loose sometimes
Bankers bellying up to the bar
They think they'll part the sea with their credit card
But I know a place where the disco ball is glowing
And all the glasses are overflowing
Turn yourself over to midnight
I know a place that we could be
There ain't no mistakes
Ain't no bright lights
Turn yourself over to me
Turn yourself over to midnight
There is a place that we could be
There ain't no mistakes
Ain't no bright lights
Turn yourself over to me
Turn yourself over
Pretty soon it's all gonna be over
credits
from Comes In Phases,
released May 20, 2014
APB: Vocals, guitar
Brian Baker: Guitar
Steve Cuiffo: Guitar
Joe Sweeney: Bass
Ricky Gordon: Drums
Greg Lewis: Organ