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”
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