Open your heart, open your eyes   Look into the haze, I am the light   I am the one buried in ice   So pull back the mask of cold surprise   Relax your face, let yourself down   Lie on your back, in a Slimane gown   Wait for the signs to enter your head   And hope for the best dreams you’ve had   Everytime you speak I wonder-   -you were not high, you were not there   But I don’t know why it doesn’t even work out   It feels like Miami’s going to burn into a haze-filled afternoon   And I don’t know why you’re here   Tell me your name, not where you’re from   I saw you at the Tate on level 1   Miami’s a dream, up on a wall   A shark behind glass in a mall   It feels like Miami’s going to burn into a haze-filled afternoon   And I don’t know why you’re here   (Open up shop for me, you don’t even know that it’s over)