That's how the story goes I will never forget The moment, the moment In the middle of the night When the angels scream I don't wanna live a life That I believe Time to do or die

Just an alien Oh, we just want to get home again If you want to That's alright We were just about to lose our home Diamonds ate the radio Moving in the dead of night We took photographs just some just so History someone to know

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to

I just wanna celebrate Tonight we're making history Boom boom around the world Boom boom no kidding girl Let's celebrate Boom boom that's the way we like to play Mr. Worldwide

That's the story of That's the glory of love Give a little, take a little And let your little heart just cry a little Y'all, I know what I'm talking about Sigh a little, yeah, cry just a little And let that old wind just blow right on by a little, yeah I

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

Maybe then that's when I'll finally say I'm sorry Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story You'll accept just half of all these consequences Why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't

That's alright with me That's alright, honey Always, honey, yeah, always near 'Cause it's just the bones you're made of And you laugh like you've never been lonely Oh, you laugh like there's hope in the story Oh, you laugh like I'll be there to hold you

Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She