Emmy The Great - Mahal Kita lyrics

[Verse 1] I am walking through the city With my ear down to the ground Trying to find something I lost I'll know it by the sound You are underneath the bridge And all the cars are driving by And I say, "stranger, won't you let me come And sit with you a while?" 'Cause my tiredness is luminous It trails me like smoke But here beneath this road I think I've found the antidote In those dances in formation In those people singing songs In the woman slicing papaya outside Louis Vuitton You say [Chorus] "I know that we are stars 'Cause the moon follows me home I know that we are stars 'cause the sun is yellow" Breathing in the noise from all the people in their cars You teach me how to say, Mahal Kita [Verse 2] The world has turned to Blade Runner These buildings, they have eyes Men, they stare down at us from gla** towers in the skies You tell me that your bedroom is seven foot by five And I don't know who made the gap But it just keeps on getting wide And I won't be the one to say that this world isn't fair Let the Catholics and St. Joseph tell the story in their prayers Of how we came to fill the space Between heaven and hell While the hawkers sell their handbags On the street outside Chanel [Chorus] "I know that we are stars 'Cause the moon follows me home I know that we are stars 'cause the sun is yellow" Breathing in the noise from all the people in their cars You teach me how to say, Mahal Kita It's spilling from our lips, Mahal Kita [Bridge] And you are free And nobody can tell you that you're not Free Mahal Kita Mahal Kita Mahal Kita Mahal Kita [Verse 3] An old Chinese woman sells the card we're sitting on Tonight she'll come and tidy it away when we are gone And the streets will be quiet and the banks will be closed And the taxis will be lining up to take the tourists home Tomorrow I'll keep searching for the rhythm of a song That I once heard once as a child though the melody has long long gone And I will think of you every time I'm here Lit up by a Tiffany's that used to be DeBear's [Outro] While the people turns to crowds And the crowd turns to a throng And a woman slices papaya outside Louis Vuitton