trapped above the empire state buildingthe air is weightless
the only place to go from here is the cloudsI just have to make it back before bed
back before you do
to pull the planes out of the sky the next a.min the shower you stood still like queen elizabeth
and broke ten hearts with the snap of a finger like a sadistic magician
the songs about you won’t solve our problems
but we’ll get paid
and that’s something, isn’t it?