2am

Oooh oooh oooh oooh The moon mocking sister She said Go about your little life Choose the ones you’ll love and fight Ohhh oh just one of many hustled in there Sort it out as best you can Feeling blind And losing wrong and right Oh you can only hope you’ll shine Like this Ohhh oh You just hope someone Will someday see you Hope they’ll hear The words you sing Hustled in How you ever sort it through Oh you must be a miracle seed There’s always going to be An ending to the day And voices clamouring So much more to say All I’m looking for Is my place back in your heart Can we start again I’ll take your part