| Just leave it tonight
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| You’ll wake up and know
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| Precautious child
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| Out here on your own
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| My light
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| Out here on your own, own, own, own (yeah yeah)
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| Own, own, own, own, own
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| It was like around '99 with white wine in here
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| Dancing silhouettes, blue skylines
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| Neighbours had that Tuesday/Thursday night choir
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| I go to bed early, my bedroom was right by it
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| Singing «(Gloria) in excelsis Deo», sure enough
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| Angels came to comfort us
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| And we rode on, waste the world of it
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| Our parents used to fight, Dad moved out of home
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| And he just moved five houses down the road
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| Said he don’t know how to cope through a cloud of smoke
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| But he was just depressed and scared, no one know
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| My eyes glazed over, saw my cousin
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| And they played me Dr. Dre in the car, things changed forever
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| Me and rapping through it all
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| But we stay together since buffet Pizza Hut b-day dinners
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| When they had more locations
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| Mum had to work, Grandma basically raised us
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| They said then we didn’t know what pain was
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| Dec would die on GoldenEye and cry for ages
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| We was angry, had the codeine packs
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| My brother shouldn’t be seeing that
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| These things we swore we’d never reenact
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| Then you grow up and start feeling sad
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| Through the walls, through the walls of heaven
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| Through the walls, through the walls of heaven
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| When my grandpa died, it was a weird feeling
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| Didn’t give a fuck after all these years drinking
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| So tell me why these tears dripping?
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| Maybe we’re crying 'cause things should of been different
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| And death is scary
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| We’re all heading there and we don’t get it, really
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| And it sings like a sweet shot of variance
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| And they bury us or they spread the dust (fuck that)
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| I wanna talk about summertimes
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| 1995, see the drunken nights on the skies of ultramarine
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| Strobe lights in a party I wasn’t invited to
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| We just sat outside, bloody-eyed
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| Hillary and Enzo were so in love that night
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| But everyone broke up from those younger times
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| And got someone else at least a couple times
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| Can’t look at me the same, I’m just some other guy
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| Well, that’s justified, señorita, I feel for you
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| Said I loved you the second week, it was clearly true
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| Guess we’re both sick, you said, «I feel it too»
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| Forever didn’t seem so far when you were twenty-two
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| Fights went right through the walls, tried to look happy
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| Walk outside, the neighbours wouldn’t even look at me
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| Two days after I turned my album in, I left her
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| That was one shot forever
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| Through the walls, through the walls of heaven
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| Through the walls, through the walls of heaven
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| And the sky was Ultramarine
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| Oh it’s different now, it’s different now
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| Seeing you now
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| Seeing you now
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| It’s different now
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| It’s different now
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| This time
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| It’s different now
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| It’s different now |