In "Lights Out," Hudson Westbrook trades every outside detail for one private room where desire needs no daylight. Wine or whiskey, Monday or Friday, high-rise or hotel all blur because the only real spark comes when clothes fall away and a candle-lit silhouette moves across the wall. That contrast between a dark room and being lit up captures the thrill: intimacy itself becomes the light, and the whole world shrinks to a king-size bed with no one else around.
Lights Out Lyrics by Hudson Westbrook
White wine or whiskey, no, it don’t matter
Monday or Friday, that don’t play a factor
High-rise or hotel, hell, it’s all the same
Get a funny little feelin’ from my boots to my brain
I’m lit up
With the lights out
When you come undone
Darlin’, I’m comin’ unwound
Don’t need no sun to know my way around
See the whole world when you’re dressin’ down
Got me lit up
With the lights out
Don’t wanna change this room for a thing
I see the whole world right here in this king
Let’s play our cards and see where they fall
Your candle-lit silhouette up on my wall
Got me lit up
With the lights out
When you come undone
Darlin’, I’m comin’ unwound
Don’t need no sun to know my way around
See the whole world when you’re dressin’ down
Got me lit up
With the lights out
You got me lit up
I’m lit up
You got me lit up
With the lights out
When you come undone
Darlin’, I’m comin’ unwound
Don’t need no sun to know my way around
You turn it on when your dress hits the ground
Got me lit up
With the lights out
With no one around
But you and the lights out
