Genius

I can't summon my genius
Baby, your love is hell
The bohemian came from Holland
And crossed paths with you in San Telmo, over there
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love
I don’t know how to break this tie
Or if I need to tear myself apart
A merchant bought your life
And sold it in the lowdown streets
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love
Amid all the dust and all the damp
Golden domes of old Baghdad
Sixty thousand doors in front of me
Genius, they’re closing on me, I have to choose
What to choose

I can't summon my genius
Baby, your love is hell
But I tell you, better this way
A world without twists has opened up for me
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love
Oh, how many times I’ve chased after your love

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Hey
Oh

Amid all the dust and all the damp
Golden domes of old Baghdad
Sixty thousand doors in front of me
Genius, they’re closing on me, I have to choose
What to choose!
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
I’m going, going, like the beggar from Doke
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, I’ve chased after your love