Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black (whoo)
Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black
Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black
Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black
At first you'll find
A prophecy of what could've been, you know (you know)
You know, there's all sorts of crap on the TV these days
Now you won't live after such disaster
You're a lot full of smashed-up cars
Cross-hatched in the metal when you're cracking up
But you're part of the pack up
You're part of something bigger than the Laws of Nature
Mrs. Thatcher
Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in
With its anger
Going nowhere, coming at you
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I'm already dead
Rapture, oh my Lord
I've been playing catch-up
I'm already bored
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Well, you go tell me I sure am on the list
How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love?
Oh, it don't make sense
Your love is never better than the morning after (morning after)
And Mother Nature, coming at you
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I'm already dead
Rapture, oh my Lord
I've been playing catch-up
I'm already bored
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I'm already dead
Rapture, oh my Lord
I've been playing catch-up
I'm already bored
Oh, rapture, oh, ooh
Oh, rapture, oh, oh, oh
Oh, rapture, oh, ooh
Oh, rapture
'Cause it's a rapture in my head
You said this is up
I'm already dead
Rapture in your head
You said stop
I'm already dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
I'm already dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead