Well in the city light Blinking like morse code lasers through the sky For her eyes Losing your appetite Cellophane love songs tend to taste like tears yeah y'all right Everyone here concurs Everyone here believes you now for sure The Oxford to Brooklyn line A knapsack and your London Calling shirt looks fine A Faulkner state of mind A Portugal to the Mississippi dirt On time With no ties to Maroon We all seem to be seeing the same moon You light the way you ring the bell, aww Curious angels You could have kept it for yourself, aww Now everyone's grateful A letter to Chico Something you said to me At 6 AM you braid the pony manes It sets you free A global a go go tea With less than 30 quid you land in Spain Make history Charlie Jacob's said It's a heroin hokka tangent cajun scene He's dead Decisive fun just screams And now it burns through Mississippi air You light the way you ring the bell, aww For Charlie's angels You could have kept it all yourself, aww Now everyone's grateful And here you live to tell the tale, aww Lifting the faithful Lifting the faithful It's a letter to Chico