Babel knows language knows strong words weak sins.
This is all determined by the bedroom I sleep in.
I am not a figure of speech, just speaking.
Hold on, love on, hold on.
Walk it on down the river Jordan.
Hold your breath, hide, they're coming running.
Move your legs fast, don't stop, start gunning.
Move on, run on, love on.
Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights.
Let your talent buy you everything.
People's ears don't make you near or closer to God, or me.
It's alright.
If you're looking for the end of the world, then I found it.
Sleeping on the floor just like we promised.
This can be a well with an empty bucket.
Not always what you deserve.
So write the letter, burn the letter, write yourself another.
Angry at God?
Then call your mother.
She'll provide the proof you're going to grow dear brothers.
Move on, love on, love on.
Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights.
Let your talent buy you everything.
People's ears don't make you near or closer to God, or me.
It's alright.
Sitting in the backseat.
Still sitting in the backseat.
No more writing from my head, my head, my worn out head.
I think about you all day, this is all the holiday I know, I know it's not worth complaining but it's always only in your bad dreams.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, there's nothing you owe me.
Sitting in the backseat, still sitting in the back seat.
Sitting in the back.