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Sunday morning sunlight |
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Mixed with moonlight in your eyes |
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From last night |
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Coffee tastes like birthday cake |
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And we get older with every sip I take |
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Days they come with price tags |
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Like old Air Jordans or Gangster Gold |
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Your cross eyed stares meet crooked glares |
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As we walk down through the streets of town |
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Your laughter is my Jesus |
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Cut down from the cross shaken but alive |
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Conversation lags with the day's first fags |
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It drags and drags and drags |
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Smoke levitates away from us |
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Like faces on a Queens bound bus |
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Holding your hand I'm an imperfect man |
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With God on his side, somehow, someway |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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Angels on a passing train |
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Step into the light |
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Welcome to the Doghouse |
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Some poor rich girls gone bashed apart |
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Where oxygen pops like caviar |
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And we get luckier with each passing car |
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Making love to the world with an eye for the weak |
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Our souls pumping blood but a few feet apart |
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Baby, lead me not into temptation |
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I'll see your heaven and raise you two stars |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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(Angels in the pouring rain) |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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(Angels up around the bend) |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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(Angels on a silver chain) |
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Here we go, it's just around the corner |
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Angels on a passing train |
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Step into the light |
