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 Till 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 beating for it, it's what I do Nothing and everything Schooled in 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 at the after show 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, mmhm 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 (Ha-lle, ha-lle-lu) In a way it'll feel like You were an angel in real time