Meet Me in Montauk

I might be the devil
For loving you
Oh, jean

I know you think
That it’s your fault
I know you think
That I am wrong

I don’t even care
That you left me
‘Cause I know
That you’re alone

After the war
We feel empty
And free

After it all went down
I can’t remember how to sleep
Without you

Am I stupid to wonder
If I’ll ever
See your face again?
Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical

Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical
Everything is cyclical