Lost and I can’t find my center
Cocaine helter skelter in my chest
Ooh, your arms provide my shelter
Only way I sleep through my unrest

Let the sky fall
If I’m looking at you, then my lens is rose
(Looking at you, looking at you)
(If I’m looking at you, then my lens is—)
Holy blindfold
When I’m looking at you, God rest my soul
Feel like I saw the light, it feel like

Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah

Sex like the rain in
The desert, she blazing hot
As embers, euphoric touch
I’m floating away

And watch the earth stop, at sun drop
Dead oceans, the heat dried out the river
I don’t care if the world goin’ crazy

Let the sky fall
If I’m looking at you, then my lens is rose
(Looking at you, looking at you)
(If I’m looking at you, then my lens is rose)
Holy blindfold
When I’m looking at you, God rest my soul
Feel like I saw the light, it feel like

Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do (God rest my soul)
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do (God rest my soul, yeah)
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah

Let the sky fall
If I’m looking at you, then my lens is rose
Holy blindfold
When I’m looking at you, God rest my soul
Feel like I saw the light, it feel like

Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do (When I’m looking at you, God rest my soul)
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah
Do-do-do, do-dah, dah-dah

God rest my soul
God rest my soul

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