There’s seven deadly sins
And we’ve found out some new ones.
The only problem is fitting them all in,
But you’re a prodigy.
I’ve tried to follow through,
But there’s no talking to you.
That wave dismisses it -
That charm and smile shit -
Like you always pull.
There’s nothing that you wouldn’t try.
It’s just not done unless we get no sleep tonight.
The subway’s gone and I guess we’re going on.
New sky from the passing storm.
The pavement’s wet and warm.
I still see us mirrored below -
In neon haze and streetlight halo,
You’re water, air and fire.
Follow - you’re always there…
There’s seven deadly sins,
And each one has its defenders.
The only problem is, the encores never dim
They just become eulogies.