Better Angels

(альбом: (self-titled) - 2022)

Dawn hits the sunrise on my breath
The fog lifts from pretending to forget

All the nights we left those Berwick Street hotels
To the corners where we wished each other well

It's alright
I'm not tryna get 'em out of my head
It's alright
If you don't care, then I don't care
Is this where we begin again?

From a stumbling mess, I was searching to erase
To the hands that pull me through without a trace

I no longer see faces on the Polaroids we hid
Behind a street sign in St. James's, where no one is forbidden
So here's to the moment I deceive my better angels
And the foggy midnight floors of perfect strangers

It's alright
I'm not tryna get 'em out of my head
It's alright
If you don't care, then I don't care
It's alright
I don't wanna get 'em out of my head
Is this where we begin again?