Saint Low - Strange Gift lyrics

Tall in the saddle, blinder than God/ I get this feeling that you have forgotten All of the promises made in your sleep/ I'm here to tell you it's not mean to be I never thought I was above you/ but I never thought I'd really love you It's just a story of lightweights and thieves/I hear the music, it's not what you think I'd never be a party to it/And they could not care less what you think is a sin Hurry to paradise, or let's stay here now/you're leaving Brooklyn, it's not your generation/all the talks and the dialogues, the whistles and the guitars/ all the Marys and Carolyns/ the strangers the fakers the stars and the bars I never thought I was above you. But I never thought I'd really love you