Lyrics: Tyler Lyle/Tim McEwan
Music: Tyler Lyle/Tim McEwan
Alright, Birmingham, we have one more song for you tonight
Thank you so much for comin' out on a Thursday night
This song is semi-autobiographical
But this one's for the runaways, in heart or in practice
And if you're comtemplating goin', just go
Faked our deaths, lit a match
Closed the door, waited for the flash
Greyhound Station, we paid in cash
Miss Lazarus, we're comin' back
They say it's darkest before the dawn
We've been in this town for far too long
They say it's darkest before the dawn, but
Sunset, no regrets
First chance, last dance, stuck in the middle
Even bad girls know good love
You taste so sweet, it hurts a little
Make our home where we stand
With one suitcase and half a plan
Follow the words and sing along
Past the voices, to the song
And they say it's darkest before the dawn
We've been in this town for far too long
They say it's darkest before the dawn, but
(We're movin' on, we're movin' on, we're movin' on)
Sunset, no regrets
First chance, last dance, stuck in the middle
Even bad girls know good love
You taste so sweet, it hurts a little
Everyone, give Justin Klunk a hand on the saxophone
Alright
And on guitar, mister Royce Whitaker
Yes
Lelia Broussard
And in the back, that is Tim McEwan, my partner in crime
And we are The Midnight and we love you
Sunset, no regrets
First chance, last dance, stuck in the middle
Even bad girls know good love
You taste so sweet, it hurts a little
Sunset, no regrets
First chance, last dance, stuck in the middle
Even bad girls know good love
You taste so sweet, it hurts a little
Birmingham
Thank you so much, good night
Thank you so much, we love you