Rafael

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

Like a stroke of genius from Rafael

You lie down on the backseat, under covers

And every part of you is aching, but your face is radiant

'Cause you went right through the pain

You wrestled with an angel, you waited in the rain

St. George and the dragon on a pressed and painted plain

The sweat upon your forehead, it did not fall in vain

It didn't fall in vain

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

Like a stroke of genius from Rafael

The crowd was still like a fresco in a chapel

9-7 in the fifth, oh, St. Sebastian

Must have been beside you all the way

The greatest match in history, you put them all to shame

Four hours and a Rolex could not put you away

You did it for yourself, and now, the people sing your name

The people sing your name

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

(Sometimes it feels)

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

(Sometimes it feels)

Like a stroke of genius from Rafael

(Sometimes it feels)

Sometimes it feels

Sometimes it feels

Sometimes it feels

Sometimes it feels