Royal (Live From The Royal Albert Hall)

I'm royally fucked up

And a son of a gun

And no messing with a good one

Feeling like a labor of love

I'm tired of this behavior, please

'Cause it's not what I need

How I feel with second chances

'Cause in the end, I still believe

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh

Though my friend had kept his head down

He made it impossible

And the distances we turned out

Seen the rise and fall

All I feel is negativity

When you try keep it real

This is maybe my own sensitivity

Keep your hands up on the wheel

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh

I don't even know what I'm trying to say

Let me take a chance to breathe

I can feel it burning up inside

Where the devil plants his seed

My hands are tied and open

Show me it all in front of me

And I'm messing with a good one

Feeling like it's laboring

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh

All amidst the madness

All it takes to break a habit

Do the work, do it good

Make your time

Oh, but please do it right, baby

All amidst the madness

All it takes to break a habit

Do the work, do it good

Make your time

Oh, but please do it right, oh

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh

I still believe, I still

I still believe (I still)

I still believe, I still believe, oh