Rapture

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

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

‘Cause it’s a rapture in my head
You said this is all
I’m already dead
Rapture in your head
You said stop
I’m already dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
I’m already dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah