Black Cat

Can we take it lower?

Don't stop again, fighting in bus stops

Crying in subways

Losing our baggage in public transit

What we thinking over?

Getting drunk again

I need a bed and you've been a black cat

I see a black cat in the moon where we're

Walking down the path

To run from

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck

To run from

In terror

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck

Yeah

Now bodies bent around bars, and driver, take care

In the back seat of immigrant cars

And data goldmine inventions can face-swap you a smile

Yeah, and I'll forgive you for a while

'Cause it's your home field advantage in Swedish and in Spanish

All your mild-flavored manners and all our happy endings

Until you're losing your place in a month

And that job that I spent half a year on ain't paying

In the moon, I think I see a black cat is

Walking down the path

To run from

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck

To run from

In terror

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck

To run from

In terror

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck

To run from

In terror

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck too

You've got bad luck

But it's my luck too