Rapture

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black (Woo!)

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

At first, you will find

A prophecy of what could have been, you know (You know)

You know, there's all sorts of crap on the TV these days

Now you won't live after

Such disaster you're a lot full of smashed-up cars

Cross-hatched in the metal when you're cracking up

But you're part of the pack, pup

You're part of something bigger than the laws of nature

Mrs. Thatcher

Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in

With its anger

Going nowhere, coming atcha

Rapture in my head

I keep looking up like I'm already dead

Rapture, oh my lord

I've been playing catch-up

I'm already bored

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

God, tell me I sure am on the list

How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love?

Oh, it don't make sense

Your love is never better than the morning after (Morning after)

Mother Nature, coming atcha

Rapture in my head

I keep looking up like I'm already dead

Rapture, oh my lord

I've been playing catch-up

I'm already bored

Rapture in my head

I keep looking up like I'm already dead

Rapture, oh my lord

I've been playing catch-up

I'm already bored

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

'Cause it's rapture in my head

You say this is up

I'm already dead

Rapture in my head

You say this is up

I'm already dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

I'm already dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet