And you wind me up like a toy soldier

Straight lined marching ‘til I fall over

I am fighting for the republic of you

It's what I intend to…



Caked in grime



From the subterranean train line

And the north south wind

Tunneling through the Brooklyn Bridge

And I pirate your apparel with my own two eyes

I am loving the idea of red lights

Interrupting dry spell night drives

Pirate your apparel with my eyes

Loving the idea of red lights

Interrupting dry spell night drives

And we set fire to us breathing

Bathe in ambrosia with me

And soak in sleepy leaves

I think God has given me angel wings



And you wind me up like a toy soldier

Straight lined marching ‘til I fall over

I am fighting for the republic of you

It's what I intend to…

Caked in grime