Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lillian Cutts
Songwriter
Peter Bonaventure
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ridin' on my sheet tonight
A junkie for the heat tonight
I'm ridin' in my sleep tonight
Ridin' in my sleep tonight
'Cause I am in possession of a red light (Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
A red light (Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
(Ah, oh-ah, ooh-ah)
Come back, I'll send you a ride home
Baby, come back, I'll send you a ride home (Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
Come back, I'll send you a ride home
Baby, come back, I'll send you a ride home
I was in possession of a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
Obsession with a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
Eyes open, I'm a nighttime dreamer
Dim lights set me right, break the fever
I was only doin' it to see if I could
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, ah, oh-ah, ooh-ah)
Come back, I'll send you a ride home
Baby, come back, I'll send you a ride home (Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
Come back, I'll send you a ride home
Baby, come back, I'll send you a ride home
I was in possession of a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
Obsession with a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, ooh-ah)
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
(Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, ooh-ah)
I'm boilin' in my shower tonight
I'm drunken for the heat tonight
I'm runnin' in my sleep tonight (Ah, oh-ah, oh-ah)
Runnin' in my sleep tonight
I was in possession of a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
Obsession with a red light
I could see it flashing in the moonlight
I could hear it callin' out for midnight
Your love is like a fire, but it's cold, baby, cold, baby
(Ah, oh-ah, ooh-ah)
Written by: Lillian Cutts, Peter Bonaventure