Reprieve, Reprieve
I saw you cross the restaurant.
I was with some friends who come here a lot.
I should have turned my chair or just up and leave.
But I said you'll have to excuse me.
You showed me pictures of your kid
and said he's strong and smart as shit.
The specter dwells until you blink
and say you'll have to excuse me.
I see the buildings from a steely jet
and feel a misguided benevolence.
But down here it's all reprieve, reprieve.
I ask if you can excuse me.
Ooh ooh, reprieve, reprieve.