Lyrics

[Verse 1] How am I supposed to manage my infallible beliefs While I'm sockin' it to ya? Performin' in Spanish on Italian TV Sometime in the future Whilst wondering if your mother still ever thinks of me Hallelujah [Chorus] Blank canvasses leant against gallery walls Flowing towards sculptures of Anything Goes On the marble stairs [Verse 2] Is that vague sense of longing kinda tryna cause a scene? Guess I'm talking to you now Puncturing your bubble of relatability With your horrible new sound Baby, those mixed messages ain't what they used to be When you said 'em out loud [Chorus] Blank canvasses leant against gallery walls Flowing towards sculptures of Anything Goes On the marble stairs Leading to almost wherever you want them to [Verse 3] The simulation cartridge for City Life '09 Is pretty tricky to come by Village coffee mornings with not long since retired spies Now, that's my idea of a good time Flash that angle grinder smile, gasp, and roll your eyes And help me to get untied From the chandelier And twizzling 'round an umbrella I'll sing a tune