Prayer
Van Gogh's Grandsons
Secret Crush · Romantic Obsession · Shy Hopefulness · Synth-Driven Indie Pop
#VERSE
Your photo on my dresser
Is an altar to the goddess who you are
I pray, “Let me caress her”
Slow danced with you once—didn’t get too far
Can’t bear to break the ice again, I’m not much of a talker
But I swam into Infatuation Ocean way too deep
Kneeling by your portrait I painted makes me feel like a stalker
And more than just a little like a creep
#CHORUS
My friends say I don’t have a chance in hell
But every weekend at the club, I see you dancing there
From far across the room, I think you’re smiling at me
So, no, I might not have a chance
But, damn, I’ve got a prayer
#VERSE
My wingman tells me, “Dude, don’t lie to yourself
A woman like her would never smile at you
She’s probably looking past you at someone else
Stop wishing on a dream that will never come true”
But the voice heard in my heart says
“The future doesn’t advertise or even give clues”
So, I roll the dice each weekend
And keep myself within your view
#CHORUS
My friends say I don’t have a chance in hell
But every weekend at the club, I see you dancing there
From far across the room, I think you’re smiling at me
So, no, I might not have a chance
But, damn, I’ve got a prayer
#BRIDGE
I pray for a romance miracle
I pray for just another dance or two
But my most sincere prayer is to finally get the guts
To walk across that club and talk to you
#INSTRUMENTAL
#CHORUS
My friends say I don’t have a chance in hell
But every weekend at the club, I see you dancing there
From far across the room, I think you’re smiling at me
So, no, I might not have a chance
But, damn, I’ve got a prayer
Outro (instrumental groove to fade, but repeating last vocal line)
Might not have a chance
But, I hold on to that prayer
Damn, I’ve got a prayer
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