Ah, shit, I know this one and I, I know it's real
When I heard it on something, I levitated, it eviscerated me
I got the meaning of it, I got the feel
That shit was underrated, I made a pact with myself
I made a deal
I'm the inexorable asshole in a Cuban heel
Thrown in the back of a rent-a-car
Right to the left of the superstar
Clyde, the dependable shooting guard
Wait and find out, see what the undercard is about
You wanna go where the light is?
Make the bastards say your name?
You wanna sing the exalted
'Til nothing but light remains?
You wanna stand high
In an open-hearted room?
You want a seat at the altar?
Hey, hey, say the truth
You sing the verses and I repeat the tune
Gotta think it over and I hesitate, I wanna make it true
I take a beating for it, it's what I do
Nothing and everything
Schooled in the art of the overcast
Alive in the eyes of the underclass
Five in the morning, I'd only catch a way to come down
I'm pride of the overground
You wanna know what a life is?
Then you take it day by day
You wanna see it in motion?
The sum of a life contains
Every bad vibe
Every undivided groove
You wanna live in the open?
Hey, hey, say the truth
There will be peace in the valley
Come riding the night train home
And you'll leave and tip the valet
And we'll meet in the aftershow
Streets will sing it softly to me
And bathe in the outer glow
And head down, I'm writing this shit out
On my phone
A way that I can talk to you
And reach you, mm
I guess I don't know
There's angels in silence
It's warm in the islands
And Indy is growing
My brothers are calling
The Rabbits are chasing
Ricciardo is racing
And I'm making a living
And God is forgiving
And it's six in the morning
And England is storming
My wife is asleep and
We're thinking of children
I wish you could meet them
(Halle, Hallelu)
In a way, it'll feel like
You were an angel in real time
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