We were standing
At Forsythe and Bowery
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget
Can’t tell if the ceilings rising
Or if the floor’s falling out
I remember some nights without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Taller stacks of stones
Is all we’ll have to show
At the time I wasn’t with you
By that time I didn’t care
The fall is so much faster
Then you and I could ever climb
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