Baby, come out I'll meet you in the street At the place by the old fire station We'll get something to eat, Like we talked about. Baby, come down It's been a while now I've got so many things I could tell you, If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down. And I can't look at you straight-on You're made from something different than I know I try to slip the marching clock But centipedes invade my thoughts Without free will I heel and I go I step onto that metal plate, Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains, sponsored links And I beg those trains to run. Cause I can't look at you straight-on You're made from something different than I know My eyes are on the sidewalk, It's gum holding your feet I swear under my breath Because I'm starving in your gravity You're made from something different than I know You linger just a little long, I see your gun is drawn with the safety on You can walk me back to my hotel Like it was home. And I smell those fools you made cordwood of In petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms. City swans, Our crook'd necks long City swans And I can't look at you straight-on You're made from something different than I know And it breaks my heart just like the day, That I looked down and I realized I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore City swans, Our crook'd necks long City swans