I was caught in the rain again. tripping over my own feet again. I was singing the same old hymn as the street smelled of a dirty gin. It was past midnight by a minnute, lost my shoe and still up in it. Can't explain the spell over me but something about him won't let me be.
Let me be
All you people with the golden crown, looking to bring me on down. All you people with old money take a moment to laugh at me. All you people with the golden flame, never danced out in the rain, I like me but something about you won't let me be.
Let me be