Englewood

That bright night On the side of the road In that little black car Rust straight to the bone Well, I think I found my superpower Feel my heartbeat pulsing getting louder Those clear skies They let the moonshine in And the truth was now an answer I could finally admit Well, there was no reason to fight it Let the fire in, let it rise, and There's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I saw the stoplight flicker blue No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my eye in the mirror as I lit up the glass Blowing clouds in my reflection, think I've blurred it at last Yeah, there's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I heard the stoplight cheering too No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my ear in the night singing "freedom at last!" In the clouds, all that matters is happiness Life's fine now The good's flooding my blood Am I intimidating when I'm on the hunt? Well, they thought that they could control me But, baby, that was the old me Life's mine now It's like I'm riding a wave And if you're not here to party, please get out of my way Not in the mood to hear your opinions Debbie Downer shit's already been done There's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I saw the stoplight flicker blue No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my eye in the mirror as I lit up the glass Blowing clouds in my reflection, think I've blurred it at last Yeah, there's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I heard the stoplight cheering too No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my ear in the night singing "freedom at last!" In the clouds, all that matters is happiness Everything I know is more than what I knew I'm fine dancing on my own in the corner of the room Flames will flicker, quicker, quicker, if they have the fuel Happiness will come, if you want it to There's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I saw the stoplight flicker blue No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my eye in the mirror as I lit up the glass Blowing clouds in my reflection, think I've blurred it at last Yeah, there's a cold wind blowing down Englewood And I think I heard the stoplight cheering too No, wait–it's that flame! that butane flame! It caught my ear in the night singing "freedom at last!" In the clouds, all that matters is happiness Oh, happiness Oh, happiness In the clouds, all that matters is happiness Oh, happiness Oh, happiness Oh, happiness