How am I supposed to manage my infallible beliefs
While I'm sockin' it to ya?
Performin' in Spanish on Italian TV
Sometime in the future
Whilst wonderin' if your mother still ever thinks of me
Hallelujah


Blank canvasses leant against gallery walls
Flowing towards sculptures of Anything Goes
On the marble stairs


Is that vague sense of longin' kinda tryin' to cause a scene?
Guess I'm talkin' to you now
Puncturing your bubble of relatability
With your horrible new sound
Baby, those mixed messages ain't what they used to be
When you said them out loud