Chandelier
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The second I heard her words travel through time
Everything I could think of was "I'm sorry that I
Won't be able to get you out of your head tonight."
There are things that you search for and things that you find.
The ghost haunting us have now been exorcized.
I can feel it when we embrace, between our bodies.
Then he said "ah, let's get down to business now"
And heaven sounded like it had a heart attack.
Men like him got cop-souls. They roar when they sing.
They're phonies and they look like our president
And it goes without saying that that is no compliment.
And she said "nah, I'm not doing business now.
I feel like the world's smallest ambulance."
Swing tight, swing low.
Cathedral metronome.
No holy books or reveries,
A manifesto up your sleeve.
His face shows a lifelong emptiness
That's waiting to be filled
Either with a soft kiss or a hard knuckle fist.
Do you love the life you've built?
I filled you tank and cranked the engine.
But I can't come for the ride.
"I wouldn't wanna be this young again for almost anything in this life."
Swing tight, swing low.
Cathedral metronome.
No holy books or reveries,
A manifesto up your sleeve.
Always the first responder.
The years cover us like snow.
The shit's never just happening
But is happening to you.
They hoped that you wouldn't make it. They waited for your fall.
But they still make your telephone ring
Cause they don't know who else to call.
They hoped that you wouldn't make it. They waited for your fall.
But they still make your telephone ring
Cause they got no one else to call.