God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Lonely days, lonely nights. Where would I be without my woman? Good morning mister sunshine, you brighten up my day. Come sit beside me in your way. I see you every morning, outside the restaurants, The music plays so nonchalant.

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and

Welcome to the choir, sir It's not home And it's not Tara If fact do I know you Have I been here before This is a dream, right Did I come here on my own

So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God, if you're listenin' Please grant me the

Why are you my remedy Why are you my clarity High dive into frozen waves Where the past comes back to life Fight fear for the selfish pain And it's worth it every time Hold still right before we crash 'Cause we both know how this ends Our clock ticks

It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the

Raise the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Come, taste the wine Come, surf the clouds Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Leave the sleep and let the springtime

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

We're alone now So show me where you fit I'll wait, so show me why you're strong Ignore everybody else, Suddenly I'm hip Is this darkness of the dawn And your friends are gone When you friends won't come You're on your own, in a world you've grown