The Good Lord must have heard my prayers, because he packed up and disappeared He took the praise and extravagant odes, and left the sting I've been dying to kn...

Write a note and keep the car running Hide the evidence in front of their eyes The heat of passion but in the sweat we're baptized Don't ask if I know what I'm ...

We're breaking up, getting lost in the static You're getting blurry, right in front of me The footsteps growing quiet in the hallway as I let go The gravity tha...