The blinds here are so sharp and they cut
The light from a primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society thinks so highly of
This hotel I vomited on
Before I lost the sight of her

My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh has woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken

Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the Devil's work

You've finally found your place
You know it always was
You know it always was

I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform at Bondi Station
But from a younger era

The lights in the bell house were still on
We all need somebody to love
Be we clothed or naked

My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh has woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken

Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the Devil's work

You've finally found your place
You know it always was
You know it always was

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS JOHAN WINNBERG