Philadelphia

Am I cold? I cannot tell

Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell?

(Philadelphia)

Oh, the cadence of the glow

Concussive flashes of distant memories

Good God, I feel your hands on me

In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps

Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me

(Philadelphia)

Sonny Green is feeling slow

Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul

(Philadelphia)

Oh, the cadence of the glow

Percussive flashes over dimly lit country

Good God, I feel your hands on me

In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps

Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me

(Philadelphia)

Silk, dampened, unknown, over final thoughts

Where will I be in two years?

Euphoria breaks over the bow, washing up the macabre

Out to sea to my mother's arms

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

Awake and not awake

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

Awake and not awake

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

Awake and not awake