We were worn out, too prideful to be saved Time, it kept on coming, sharpening its 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 day I'll 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 *