Lyrics

A little mogul with a swagger and a gun
he rips two worlds open, I fall into one
It’s the alpha, it’s the middle, it’s the end
he’s telling me where, I’m asking him when
while chasing shadows across the desert
I’m the raincoat in bad weather
he’s transfixed with his empire
while in my basement the water’s higher
And I hear my heart, their heart, our heart, oh
Her heart, his heart, all hearts are singin’
Songs of crying, your heart in a guillotine (we got)
Love in a sling, too late to save anything, anything
It’s late. Give them an explanation for me.
Though awake, it’s hard to keep track of this geography
It is as mappable as its scale is conceivable
Time will tell who’ll be leaving, what we’ll steal
that’s the currency that we deal in
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Loving you is like a Chinese finger trap
compass drifting you can never turn back
so I stay haunted, you stay guarded
back to the drawing board where you started
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