Diplomat’s Son

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 TV’s 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
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

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
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 the diplomat’s son
It was ’81
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

Music by Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij, Chris Tomson and Chris Baio / Lyrics by Ezra Koenig and Rostam Batmanglij / Produced by Rostam Batmanglij