Hovering There
\nVCS <\/p>\n
Before you said I had
\nTo leave this place
\nI had hoped it would be home
\nEven though I always knew
\nThat would never be the way
\nIt was meant to be <\/p>\n
Because I was a foreigner
\nBut you were out of this world
\nYou were hovering there
\nIn the dead of the night
\nAnd I was watching you
\nThinking <\/p>\n
This wasn’t at all right
\nI wished I was a kite
\nBecause you sat below me
\nI could have caught the breeze
\nDrifted away through the park
\nGotten out of your rank wind <\/p>\n
But it didn’t happen that way
\nAnd you can’t change history
\nYou told me I had to leave
\nAnd at first I said, ‘Okay’
\nBut then I thought you’d gone
\nI came back <\/p>\n
I shouldn’t have done that
\nThe coming back I mean
\nThe warning turned out to be a doozie
\nOne of them there dooms
\nThey’re all the rage
\nWhen the rage is on
\nAnd the rage is always on <\/p>\n
You gotta heed those warnings
\nEven then it’s not always enough
\nEven then they still catch you out
\nEven then they’ll gun for you in the night <\/p>\n
They tell you to get out
\nAnd shine lights in your face
\nHovering in the night
\nBetter listen to them
\nBoys and girls
\nThere’s nothing else to do <\/p>\n
They’re the ones who own this world
\nEven though they say they’re foreigners here
\nWe’re just taking up space
\nWhile we’re waiting to say goodbye
\nWhen they say, ‘byebye’
\nIt’s time to run and hide
\nDrag you to the velvet underground
\nThey’ll take you for a ride <\/p>\n
Hovering in the night
\nAnd you can’t change history
\nYou told me I had to leave
\nBut I came back
\nWhen I knew you were gunning for me <\/p>\n
I had a cocky grin
\nI thought this was my world
\nTurns out it’s just the porch
\nto the velvet underground
\nAnd all the rest is hell <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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