Inside Job.

Gallant

Compositor: Gallant / Juan Andres Carreno Ariza / Jensen McRae

In the back of the van I paid for on my last line of credit
In the back of my mind there’s a trapdoor to the place that we left it
With my forehead to the frosted glass at half-past eleven
If I said I was coming home now
Would you even let me?

Had it in my palm
Heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost (ah yeah)
Careened into a brick wall, ooh hoo
Murder by missed call (ah yeah)
It was an inside job (it was an inside job)

Staring blank at a silver screen
Just hindsight to turn to
I see a burning bridge from my point of view
And I really don't blame you
My eyes have never worked right
The light is always bleeding
I turn away from anything bright
Swear the darkness never leaves me

Had it in my palm
Heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost (ah yeah)
Careened into a brick wall (brick wall), ooh hoo
Murder by missed call (ah yeah)
It was an inside job (it was an inside job)
'Cause I played God and I lost (ah yeah)
Careened into a brick wall, ooh hoo
Murder by missed call (ah yeah)
It was an inside job (it was an inside job)

(Ah yeah)
It was an inside job
It was an inside job