Diplomat’s Son - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ezra Koenig]

It's not right, but it's now or never

And if I wait, could I ever forgive myself?

On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide

With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house

'Cause I'm gonna cut it where I can

And then I'm gonna duck out behind them

If I ever had a chance, it's now then

But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel

When all I want to do is use, use you

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen

I could sleep wherever I lay my head

And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub

Let me know that I shouldn't give up just yet

'Cause I'm gonna take it from Simon

And then I'm gonna duck out behind them

If I ever had a chance, it's now then

But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel

When all I want to do is use, use you

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81

Oh-oh, oh-oh

I know, you'll say I'm not doing it right

But this is how I want it

I can't go back to how I felt before

There's–

That night I smoked a joint with my best friend

We found ourselves in bed, when I woke up, he was gone

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81

Looking out at the ice cold water all around me

I can't feel any traces of that other place

In the dark, when the wind comes racing off the river

There's a car, all black with diplomatic plates