Sunday morning sunlight
Mixed with moonlight in your eyes
From last night

Coffee tastes like birthday cake
And we get older with every sip I take
Days they come with price tags
Like old Air Jordans or Gangster Gold

Your cross eyed stares meet crooked glares
As we walk down through the streets of town
Your laughter is my Jesus
Cut down from the cross shaken but alive
Conversation lags with the day’s first ***s
It drags and drags and drags

Smoke levitates away from us
Like faces on a Queens bound bus
Holding your hand I’m an imperfect man
With God on his side, somehow, someway

Here we go, it’s just around the corner
Here we go, it’s just around the corner
Angels on a p***ing train
Step into the light

Welcome to the Doghouse
Some poor rich girls gone bashed apart
Where oxygen pops like caviar
And we get luckier with each p***ing car

Making love to the world with an eye for the weak
Our souls pumping blood but a few feet apart
Baby, lead me not into temptation
I’ll see your heaven and raise you two stars

Here we go, it’s just around the corner
(Angels in the pouring rain)
Here we go, it’s just around the corner
(Angels up around the bend)

Here we go, it’s just around the corner
(Angels on a silver chain)
Here we go, it’s just around the corner

Angels on a p***ing train
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