Текст песни Keep It Weird - Robert Keiton Smith

The prophecy is coming true
So if you've dug yourself out
I'll forgive you
But the trouble is
The one, two, three times
You've chosen the low route
If the sun and the kisses are what you're after
Then I'll forgive you, forgive you, forgive you faster
But my tender heart can't take the hammering
And I always shut off when you start stammering

You forgive me, you forgive me, you forgive me
Oh what a prophet you must be
Cause in my dreams I speak properly
But I freeze before you freeze
In reality

Well my dreams always come with a warning that
Good things come to those who wait
But you know how I worry
It's been too late
You said I'm digging myself out
I am digging my self out
Like I can't see through you to what you're all about
I am different now
It's not uncommon for the timing to be so off that the message doesn't even make sense

Well this man of ice
Has melted down
It must be the heat
From this new town
I hope for good winds
To blow me around
And for water that helps your growth
And don't make you drown

My prodigal son
What a run
But I can't play Judas no more
I'm just to rich in heart
And you are too poor
To make me the bad guy
But who would do that
When I always have the future just in sight
You better watch your back
Cast me out like a charlatan
Then reel me back with
I'm sorry
You were right again