<b>Diplomat's Sun</b> by <i>Vampire Weekend</i><br />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



Cuz 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



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



Cuz 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



	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—



That night I smoked a joint

With my best friend

We found ourselves in bed

When I woke up he was gone



He was the 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