I can't say I feel sorry. I can't say if I am sad. Showed up for work Miami airport. Like any God-fearing man. . We all like to bear witness. And believe what we see is true.
The treetops sing like an angel's choir. My old sneakers swing from a telephone wire. Neon stutters in the window. Where you pawned your wings and hung up your halo.
Pick my name. Call my number. Pull me under. Drag me down. . Stereophonic. Hi-fi bondage. Yeah she's on it. Like the deaf explaining sound. . It's the characteristic assassination.
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. Let it shine let it shine let it shine. . Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine. Let it shine let it shine let it shine.