On the fire escape
We stopped and we looked down
Through the broken gla**, on the sirens on the spies
When youre still midway
Its not too late to just turn back
The winter is cruel round here
The future is not down there
Why cant they just think like us?
If youve got flags to wear
You should be careful what you sell
On the fire escape
I think I slipped, I think I fell
But youre still midway
Its not too late to just turn back
We were raised by strangers
The life that you had in mind
Was just a moth and a light