Your piled clothes were left in the basement You're holding breath - I can't see where your face went These cities grew up like vines on a tree- With water, and lights, and history Lost both hands in a turret-gun fight Saw the ghosts for years every night (These days, you must be careful- This one time I looked up
And saw gla** raining down From a fire that broke the windows out Another time, it was fire being born out of gla**.) And at the same speed, you nearly lost yourself And at the same peak, you really lost yourself Our bad vibes drowned in a washdown Our anger left us deaf and begging at a doorstep