Little faith, follow me I set a fire in a blackberry field Make us laugh, or nothing will I set a fire just to see what it kills Now I'm stuck in New York And the rain's coming down I don't feel like we'll go anywhere Stuck in New York And the rain's coming down Still in line for the vanity fair Leave our excellent souls Head for the coast Leave our excellent souls Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that make us saintly and thin We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins Awesome prince, get your sleep Lose your heart in history Make us laugh or nothing will I set a fire just to see what it kills Don't be bitter, Anna I know how you think You're waiting for Radio City to sink You'll find commiseration in everyone's eyes The storm will suck the pretty girls into the sky All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that make us saintly and thin We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins Leave our excellent souls Head for the coast Leave our excellent souls Everything goes