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