The rapture

We wake, it's the end of the way
We lock up Every mistake
Every mistake
And you're faces shine Light up the stage,
And your hearts beat is the rhythm we play,

Higher, take me higher,
Higher, take me high,

You're the rapture,
You're the rhyme,
You're tomorrow morning's headline,
You're the cover story they'll write.

We wake on a foreign floor,
Just give me nine minutes more,
Nine minutes more and

With a little less than an hours sleep,
We're out on our feet,
we still couldn't want this more

Higher, take me higher,
Higher take me high,

You're the rapture,
You're the rhyme,
You're tomorrow morning's headline,
You're the cover story they'll write (yeah)

You're the rapture,
You're the rhyme,
You're tomorrow morning's headline
You're the cover story they'll write (yeah)

Higher, take me higher,
Higher, take me higher,
Higher, take me higher,
Higher, take me high.

You're the rapture
You're the rhyme
You're tomorrow morning's headline
You're the cover story they'll write (yeah)

You're the rapture
You're the rhyme
You're tomorrow morning's headline
You're the cover story they'll write (yeah)