You're just like time
Except you can still feel the shame
All hands on deck, now
The sea is getting rough again

You see me out your window
Even when you close the blinds
And all you ever wanted,
Was someone to treat you nice and kind

Take a step before running
Take a breath now before you die
When you work the streets, darlin'
Make sure your sneaker laces they get tied

I'll be your black bird darlin'
Hanging on your telephone wire
Flap my wings, oh yeah
And set your heart to fly

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): DANIEL QUINE AUERBACH, PATRICK JAMES CARNEY