Today, I'll go to Canal Street, they're piercing my ears. I'm making a wish when the needle goes in. Take an aura picture, read it and tell me who I am. Show me who I am. Now I know you don't deal much in love and affection, but I really do think you can make an exception. It's a beautiful life, so I play truant. I jerk tears and they pay me to do it, oh. I might have been born again. I'm ready to feel like I don't have the answers. There's peace in the madness over our heads. Let it carry me on. On. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah, ah, ah. Ah. Let it break me down till I'm just a wreck. Till I'm just a voice living in your head. It's a fucked up world, been to hell and back. But I've sent you a postcard from the edge. The edge. Mm, oh. Oh.
Hammer by Lorde
