Philadelphia

Am I cold? I cannot tell
 Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell?
 Philadelphia!
 Oh, the cadence of the glow
 Concussive flashes of distant memories
 Good God, I feel your hands on me
 In the dying of the light
 My aggressor runs under the lamps
 ♪
 Morning light they'll get to see
 The crime committed on me
 ♪
 Philadelphia!
 Sonny Green is feeling slow
 Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul
 Philadelphia!
 Oh, the cadence of the glow
 Percussive flashes over dimly lit country
 Good God, I feel your hands on me
 In the dying of the light
 My aggressor runs under the lamps
 ♪
 Morning light they'll get to see
 The crime committed on me
 ♪
 (Philadelphia!)
 Silk, dampened, unknown, over final thoughts
 Where will I be in two years?
 Euphoria breaks over the bow, washing up the macabre
 Out to sea to my mother's arms
 And I'm losing my ability to fathom
 "Awake" and "not awake"
 And I'm losing my ability to fathom
 "Awake" and "not awake"
 And I'm losing my ability to fathom
 "Awake" and "not awake"