Lyric

Right before it turns, it gets sweet

[Intro]

[verse]

The sun came up too early

Dracula already gone

I waited in a cheap hotel

Staring at the ceiling cracks

I don’t know why

I ordered a woman in her fifties

Softening dried fruit with my lips

It sounds wrong

[chorus]

Right before it turns, it gets sweet

I don’t want to call that life

[verse]

Manhattan feels like a prison

Gabriel walks on chicken legs

Cheap miracles everywhere

Same smell, same prayer

[chorus]

I don’t know why

I called a woman in her fifties again

Right before it turns, it gets sweet

I don’t want to call that truth

[verse]

Driving at night

I saw something in the sky

Laugh if you want

It looked like a forgotten joke

You want to know the shape of it

Like a scale turned upside down

No balance

No verdict

Right before it turns, it gets sweet

That’s why I’m still biting