Heading To A Studio In New York City [1 May 2012]

Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If u play, u play for keeps
Take a gun, and count to three
I’m sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go


And u can see my hart-, hart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving
Know that I must must pass this test
So just pull the trigger

Say a prayer to yourself
He says close your eyes
Sometimes it helps
And then I get a scary thought
That he’s here means he’s never lost

And u can see my hart-, hart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving
Know that I must...