We can go high, high If it's so, let me know Let me know You're so high Let me know how high We can soar how high Let you know how high If you hit my phone, yah, yah But don't hit my phone, yah, yah

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side Still

If all it is is eight letters When I close my eyes Why is it so hard to say? Why am I in my own way? Why do I pull you close I've said those words before but it was a lie And you deserve to hear them a thousand times And then ask you for space You know

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast Blind man ask me forgiveness I won't deny myself Disrespect you have given Your suffering's my wealth I feed off pain, force fed to love it And now I swallow whole I'll never live in the past Burn my fist to the

Every breath you take I watch you slip away You're slowly killing yourself I won't give in I gave you everything Would you stay and listen? I can't let you go, save me please I never thought we would end up like this If my heart could sing, would you

You just ask the lonely When you're feeling love's unfair When you're lost in deep despair As you search the embers Think what you've had, remember Hang on, don't you let go now You know, with every heartbeat, we love Nothing comes easy Hang on, ask the

I come to you hungry and tired You give me food let me sleep I come to you weak You give me strength and that's deep Called me a sheep And lead me to green pastures Only askin' that I keep the focus In between the chapters You give me the word

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Walkin' after dark In the New York City park The blood left on the dance floor Runnin', runnin' red The bullet that you asked for Killin' you to death Voices in my head are sayin'

We're back again Let's make a toast, come raise your glasses high To every one of you who doubted us To every one of us since "karma's a bitch right"