Philadelphia 歌词

Am I cold? I cannot tell Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell? (Philadelphia) Oh, the cadence of the glow Concussive flashes of distant memories Good God, I feel your hands on me In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps Morning light, they'll get to see the crime committed on me (Philadelphia) Sonny Green is feeling slow Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul (Philadelphia) Oh, the cadence of the glow Percussive flashes over dimly lit country Good God, I feel your hands on me In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps Morning light, they'll get to see the crime committed on me (Philadelphia) Silk, dampened, unknown, over final thoughts Where will I be in two years? Euphoria breaks over the bow, washing up the macabre Out to sea to my mother's arms And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awake And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awake And I'm losing my ability to fathom Awake and not awake (Philadelphia)