[Intro]
Don't move.
I heard something.
...
No.
Keep dancing.
[Verse 1]
She walked in late
with rain on her coat,
didn't say a word,
just handed me a note.
One line.
No name.
“Don't trust anyone
standing close to the door.”
I looked up.
She was gone.
That's when the music
started sounding different.
Everybody smiling.
Everybody moving.
But suddenly
every face had a question in it.
I kept the note
inside my jacket.
Kept dancing
like I never read it.
That's the trick, isn't it?
Look calm
when your heartbeat knows better.
[Pre-Chorus]
One step.
Two steps.
Someone's getting closer.
Don't turn.
Don't blink.
Let the rhythm cover.
If they know my name...
they know too much.
[Chorus]
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE.
EVERYBODY'S GOT A STORY
BUT NOBODY'S GOT THE WORD.
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
DON'T LOOK IN MY EYES.
IF THE TRUTH COMES OUT TONIGHT...
SOMEBODY'S GONNA HAVE TO LIE.
Move.
Move.
Keep the whole room alive.
If they ask where I was...
you're my midnight alibi.
[Verse 2]
The girl came back
like nothing happened.
Same calm face.
Same empty glass.
She said:
“You read it?”
I said:
“What note?”
She smiled.
Good answer.
Then somebody behind us
dropped a bottle.
Half the room turned around.
She didn't.
That told me more
than anything she could've said.
I asked:
“Who are you?”
She leaned close:
“Wrong question.”
Then laughed
like this was all a game.
Maybe it was.
Maybe I was already
too far inside it.
[Pre-Chorus]
One step.
Two steps.
Someone's getting closer.
Don't run.
Don't freeze.
Let the bassline cover.
If they know my face...
they know enough.
[Chorus]
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE.
EVERYBODY'S GOT A STORY
BUT NOBODY'S GOT THE WORD.
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
DON'T LOOK IN MY EYES.
IF THE TRUTH COMES OUT TONIGHT...
SOMEBODY'S GONNA HAVE TO LIE.
Move.
Move.
Keep the whole room alive.
If they ask where I was...
you're my midnight alibi.
[Verse 3]
I checked the exit.
Locked.
Checked my phone.
No signal.
Checked the mirror.
Someone behind me.
Turned around.
Nobody.
Now that's when fear
gets interesting.
When you don't know
if you're being followed...
or if your own head
learned how to chase you.
She grabbed my hand.
Said:
“Stop thinking.”
Terrible advice.
Perfect timing.
The drums got louder.
The room got smaller.
And for a second
I forgot which one of us
was supposed to be afraid.
[Bridge]
[Drums drop]
[Bassline alone]
Tell me...
did you bring me here?
[Breathy vocal]
Or was I already coming?
[Strings rising]
Did you write the note?
Did you lock the door?
[Silence]
She smiled.
“Does it matter anymore?”
[Percussion build]
Oh...
Now that's a problem.
[Full beat returns]
[Final Chorus]
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE.
EVERYBODY'S GOT A SECRET
AND TONIGHT I WANT YOURS.
MIDNIGHT ALIBI,
NO MORE PERFECT LIES.
IF THE TRUTH COMES OUT TONIGHT...
LET IT LOOK ME IN THE EYES.
Move.
Move.
LET THE WHOLE ROOM COME ALIVE.
If they ask where I was...
I don't need an alibi.
MIDNIGHT.
MIDNIGHT.
I'M DONE RUNNING FROM THE NIGHT.
[Outro]
The door opens.
Nobody's outside.
I turn around.
She's gone.
The note's still in my hand.
This time...
there's another line.
“Good.”
