Sliding down that final stretch of highway
I pa** beside you and my mind comes alive
Gotta find a way to the person inside
Skip my turn, follow you to the city
I scale the walls of a high rise to the sky
And see you yelling and I don't know why
I'm hiding in that empty room
Behind a pile of impending doom
It must have been a bad idea
Better stop stacking it up
I don't know why I got so lost
And how long, I've been gone
You're meeting with an old tycoon in a conference table
Another sketch of a higher tower is drawn
And your voice is becoming my favorite song
As the nights of reason stand on the way of clinging
I step out and plead until they take me away
But another idea begins to inflame
On chairs stacked up to your room
I serenade you with a thought balloon
It says it must have been a bad idea
To start stacking it up
I don't know why I got so lost
And how long, I've been gone
Melt an ancient town from rocks and bones
On sand they find your gla**y tower sheets
Waves crash up and the spiders beam
From the top of the world we scope out what we know
But sandy land out there makes you feel all alone
When the odd static gets me, I walk up slow
Piece by piece you break your own down
And as it tumbles to the ground
I say it must have been a bad idea
To keep stacking it up
I don't know why I got so lost
And how long
It must have been a mad idea
To start stacking it up
Must have been a bad idea
To start stacking it up