I am a sinner of a broken of church
I am a saint drunk on the carpet
I am the master of my universe
Two flaws and an old apartment
I will always be my mother's first
Like my father always love to start shit
Me and my lover watch the fireworks
Left the rubber right in my pocket

When I close my eyes
I see I see the light
I be I be the light
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god

Maybe I will graduate
Grandma I'm going back to college
Piece of paper dump filled dinner plates
All the things that make me hostage
Takes a lifetime to break
All the chains that cut the hardest
But the world is yours to make
Shoot straight through the target

When I close my eyes
I see I see the light
I be I be the light
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Glory be to god

When I close my eyes
I see I see the light
I be I be light
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Glory be to god, glory be to god
Goodnight
Goodnight
Glory be to god

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Eric Matthew Cannata, Francois Paul Comtois, Jacob John Tilley, Payam Reza Doostzadeh, Sameer Gadhia