Cataldo
reprieve reprieve
I saw you cross the restaurant.
I was with some friends who come here a lot.
I should have turned my chair or just up and leave.
But I said youâll have to excuse me.
You showed me pictures of your kid
and said heâs strong and smart as shit.
The specter dwells until you blink
and say youâll have to excuse me.
I see the buildings from a steely jet
and feel a misguided benevolence.
But down here itâs all reprieve, reprieve.
I ask if you can excuse me.
Ooh ooh, reprieve, reprieve.