Interpol
Flame down Pacific Highway
Still in shape, my methods refined
Long gone superstition’s folly
The insane hour my memories refuse
I’d like to see them win
I like the inspiration like
It’s going in the right direction
And that’s to me
I like to see them win
It’s my kind of aspiration
Like it’s going in the right direction
That’s to me
The aim now is perfection always
The aim now is fuckin’ leave it behind
Yes
Go home known through perception’s hallways
When the change comes
We’ll live in green skies
I’d like to see them win
I like the inspiration
It’s going in the right direction
And that’s to me
I like to see them win
It’s my kind of aspiration
Like it’s going in the right direction
That’s to me
Who are you to doubt it
Let me tell you bout the wayward starlet
Face adorned with bones
Looked me up and down
Said babe we’re soaring
But you don’t notice
Let me tell you bout the wayward starlet
Face adorned with skulls
Lifting up and down
The whale is soaring
But you don’t notice
Above the ocean