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 rental car
Right to the left of the superstar
Clyde, the dependable shooting guard
Wait and find out, see what the under card is about
You wanna go where the light is
Make the bastards say your name
You wanna sing the exalted
'Til nothin' 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 ridin' 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, hmm
I guess, I don't know
There's angels in silence
It's warm in the islands
And Indy is growin'
My brothers are calling
The Rabbits are chasing
Riccardo 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 thinkin' of children
I wish you could meet them
(Halle, hallelu)
In a way, it'll feel like
You were an angel in real time
