Yeah I got busted
So I used my one phone call to dedicate
A song to you on the radio
Yeah I got busted
In custody I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
'cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
Yeah I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old man's Mercedes Benz 'cause you told me to do it
Yeah I got busted
But soon they released me cause the cops were sad
And they didn't know how to prove it
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
'Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
It's all so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass
It's so beautiful to be guided by you
'Cause you are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light, light
You are the light, light
Artist: James Morrison
Artist: Ought
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