We were worn out
Too prideful to be saved
Time that kept on coming

Sharpening it's blade
Dollar bills bent backwards
Is all I have you see
I wrote a song called "Lucky"
And here you are with me

Look at all these things we've made
Look at how they shine
The damned become the angels now
Now that you are mine
Watch the way the light reflects
And dances with the time
I don't need to wake up now
Now that you are mine