Tekster: Vampire Weekend. Contra. Diplomat's Sun.

It?s not right but it?s now or never
And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?

On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide
With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house

Cuz I?m gonna cut it where I can
And then I?m gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it?s now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you

He was a diplomat?s son
It was ?81

Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen
I could sleep wherever I lay my head

And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
Let me know that I shouldn?t give up just yet

Cuz I?m gonna take it from Simon
And then I?m gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it?s now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel

When all I want to do is use, use you

He was a diplomat?s son
It was ?81

I know, you?ll say
I?m not doing it right
But this is how I want it

I can?t go back
To how I felt before?

That night I smoked a joint
With my best friend
We found ourselves in bed
When I woke up he was gone

He was the diplomat?s son
It was ?81

Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me
I can?t feel any traces of that other place

In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river
There?s a car all black with diplomatic plates