Listen to Over the Midnight (Acoustic Version) by Jonathan Wilson

Over the Midnight (Acoustic Version)

Jonathan Wilson

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jonathan Wilson

Jonathan Wilson

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jonathan Wilson

Jonathan Wilson

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jonathan Wilson with additional production byJeff Ramuno at Fivestarstudios, LA, CA

Jonathan Wilson with additional production byJeff Ramuno at Fivestarstudios, LA, CA

Producer

Jonathan Wilson and Dave Cerminara at Fivestarstudios , LA, CA on the Cadac G series mixing desk

Jonathan Wilson and Dave Cerminara at Fivestarstudios , LA, CA on the Cadac G series mixing desk

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

We are travelin' over the midnight, uh-huh

We are holding our hearts, we are in flight, uh-huh

In our shoes might a well be nails, uh-huh

In our minds play a thousand pretty songs for us

And there's nothin' up here that could be savage, nuh-uh

There's no fear, no hatred, no killers, no guns

[Verse 2]

And besides, you're wearin' red ruby lipstick, uh-huh

So I touch you and smile while you laugh, uh-huh

While these idiots all lose their power, uh-huh

And we dance as we cover our trail

[Verse 3]

And this world it is burnin', but don't it feel incredible?

Whisper in my ear, tell me what you see in the flames

In the flames, oh-oh-oh, ah-ha, ahh, ooh, mmm-hmm, ah

[Verse 4]

There's a freak loadin' out of my driveway, uh-huh

He's a stranger with a kind hippie face, uh-huh

There's a muscled ghost and it's riddled with torment, uh-huh

Can you roll babe?

Here's some papers and grass, yes God

[Verse 5]

And besides, we've got the whole town to roam around in, uh-huh

And they've overdubbed our voices in French, oui-oui

To the Beverly Hills for the Margaritas, uh-huh

Looks so pretty in the polo but you're smashing in pink, yeah

[Verse 6]

Yeah, this world it is burnin'

But don't it feel incredible?

Whisper in my ear, tell me what you see in the flames

In the flames, oh-oh-oh, ah-ha, ahh, oh, ahh-ahh, the flames

In the flames, the flames, the flames, the flames

The flames, in the flames, mmm-ah-ah, in the flames

In the flames, in the flame

[Verse 7]

We are travelin' over the midnight, uh-huh

We are holding our hearts, we are in flight, uh-huh

And our shoes they might as well be nails, uh-huh

And our minds play one thousand pretty songs for us

And there's nothin' up here that could be savage, nuh-uh

There's no fear, no hatred, no killers, no guns

No fear, no guns, ahh

No fear, no guns, ahh

No fear, no guns, ahh

No fear, no guns, ahh

No killers, no guns, ahh-ahh-ahh-oh, mmm-mmm, do, do, do

No killers, no guns, oh-oh-wow, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Written by: Jonathan Wilson

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