Blame It on the Brights
Alex Wilson
Description
A driving alt-pop anthem about vulnerability and truth-telling under the intoxicating spell of late-night freedom. 'Blame It on the Brights' explores the courage found in motion, the honesty sparked by the anonymity of the road, and the intoxicating allure of revealing hidden feelings under the guise of headlight-induced confessions. The song blends introspective verses with soaring, anthemic choruses, creating a dynamic journey from hushed intimacy to bold declaration, culminating in a final plea for connection.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Dash light blue on your cheekbone line, Radio low on a borrowed time. Wipers write poems on the glass, We edit truth, then drive too fast. Every mile marker dares my mouth, To say the things I circle round. If silence is a safety vest, Rip it off—let night do the rest. Pre-Chorus I'm brave in motion, scared in rooms, Better with streetlights than living rooms. If truth needs darkness to ignite, Kill the dome light. Chorus If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS, On the way they paint your face in white. On the empty lanes and open sky— How the quiet makes a louder kind of line. If I say the thing I never say—right, Call it courage, call it headlights. If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS. Verse 2 Your hoodie sleeves hiding both your hands, A secret chorus no one planned. We pass the exit we should take, We choose the risk the angels hate. I'm not good at perfect timing, But I'm good at midnight driving. If honesty's a roadside sign, I read it now—this time is mine. Pre-Chorus I'm brave in motion, scared in rooms, Turn the music down—make space for truth. If fear is loud, then let it bite— I'll speak through night. Chorus If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS, On the way they paint your face in white. On the empty lanes and open sky— How the quiet makes a louder kind of line. If I say the thing I never say—right, Call it courage, call it headlights. If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS. Bridge (half-time, intimate) I want the version where we don't pretend, Where "almost" doesn't get to win. If hearts are maps, then here's my street— Turn left on Stay, not Leave. Tell me, what do you believe? Final Chorus (octave lift / ad-libs) If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS, On the way they make the wrong feel right. On the wide-awake between your sighs— How your quiet puts a siren in my spine. If I say I want you past tonight— Don't stop—just keep the headlights. (Keep the headlights on!) If I tell the truth tonight, BLAME IT ON THE BRIGHTS. Tag (soft) Green light. Don't think.