Not Everyone Is From New York City

Looks like you’ve got devil in you
But angel I wonder how much of it’s mine
These are some strange wars
You can fight them with longing
Don’t care either way
But every philosophy I like
Makes you roll your eyes
And I never dot mine
Oh it’s a strange noise
To be blown from deaths trumpet
Straight at your ear
I was ony gone after that infinity
Now I am come back how can they blame me for this?
Angel you get dressed up all day
To sit behind a bench and hear all of their
Left over words that are just as worthless as kelp on the sand
I was only gone after that infinty
Now I am come back how can they blame me for this?
And everything’s the same as it was before the drape in the curtain,
your eyes on the door
There are still goldmines built in the alleyways
And everything’s the same as it was before you can hear the silver ring on the
second floor
You are as diplomatic as a billboard painted black
I was ony gone after that infinity
Now I am come back how can they blame me for this?