You Are The Light

Yeah I got busted

So I used my one phone call

To dedicate

song to you on the radio

Yeah I got busted

In custody

I imagined our melody

Being played on a grand piano

I saw your face in front of me

It was perfect clarity

I saw a light in the end of the tunnel

And it was you
 [bad word] 

‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that

You are the light

You are the light by which I travel into this and that

Yeah I got busted

I painted a dirty word on your old mans Mercedes-Benz

‘Cause you told me to do it

Yeah I got busted

But soon they released me ‘cause the cops were sad

And they didn't know how to prove it

Ooh

I saw your face in front of me

It was perfect clarity

I saw a light in the end of the tunnel

And it was you
 [bad word] 

‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that

You are the light

You are the light by which I travel into this and that

It sounds so obvious, so obvious

Why would anyone need a map or [bad word] 

It's so beautiful

To be guided by you

‘Cause you are the light
 [bad word] 

You are the light by which I travel into this and that

You are the light

You are the light by which I travel into this and that

You are the light light light light

You are the light