The things we'd trade in some strangers' basements
The things we'd trade with the boats on the foreign shores
But it bites back
It doesn't care at all
If I looked up, this would be your ceiling
I wanted to go home
Now I just want to go back
Side stage
Off in the corner
We hit it off
And by hit it off I mean
I was staring at the floor
I was trembling like a child
You'll break down today
You'll break down tomorrow
Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown
Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along Electricity, leave me be