Some Nights - The Correspondents

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

And push then comes to shove

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

But in the morning we are back in love

This last night sport of serve and retort

Is another little game that doesn’t need to be fought

And when the words have come out

And all has been said

The loser gets the sofa

And the winner the bed

It’s like waking up from a car crash

And trying to figure out what caused the smash

A good night out before

We unlock the front door

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

And push then comes to shove

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

But in the morning we are back in love

In the cold light of the next day

With heavy heads we can replay

Our hand in hand dive into drink

That twisted minds and made you think

That we were on opposite sides

Please believe me, I’ve got nothing to hide

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

And push then comes to shove

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

But in the morning we are back in love

This has happened a few times before

But tonight’s the first night where I’m not sure

If your love will be as strong

Because I know I’ve done you wrong

This has happened a few times before

But tonight’s the first night where I’m not sure

If your love will be as strong

Because I know I’ve done you wrong

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

And push then comes to shove

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

But in the morning we are back in love

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

And push then comes to shove

Some nights you hate me, I hate you

But in the morning we are back in love