The ground underneath my feet, it
Feels like it is crumbling away
And you were the only thing I had to hold onto
Tonight I'll go dancing alone
Where nobody knows me
Shake off the loneliness like snow
Off the shoulders of a winter coat
And when the music stops I'll weigh up
Whether I should call you
I think I'm gonna leave my phone at home tonight
'Cause I know that's the kind of thing I might
(I know that's the kind of thing I might)
(I know that's the kind of thing I might)
(I know that's the kind of thing I might do)
The ground underneath my feet, it
Feels like it is dancing with me
And if I keep my eyes closed it's like I'm on my own
Sometimes you've just got to go
Where nobody knows your name
Lie in the loneliness like snow
Spread out your arms and make an angel
And when the music stops I'll weigh up
Whether I should call you
I think I'm gonna leave my phone at home tonight
'Cause I know that's the kind of thing I might do
(What happened in your dreams)
(Did you dream about me)
The city doesn't look like any other
(I know that's the kind of thing I might)
It is piled on top of itself, like layers of sediment
(I know that's the kind of thing I might do)
(I know that's the kind of thing I might do)
I followed a path that felt level enough
Across roads and down alleys and then coming to a railing
I look over and I see the roof of a dizzying cathedral beneath me
That ten minutes earlier I had been staring up at, in wonder
The city is a curse on cartographers
Bridges passing over bridges
Streets stacked upon streets upon streets
Parallel worlds, never quite meet
Buildings larger inside than out
Non-descript doors that lead somehow to entire hidden towns
Stairwells stretch ever up and ever down
And all of this, I strongly suspect
Moving, and changing when no one is around
(Dream about me)
(Dream about me)
(Dream about me)
(Dream about me)
(Dream about me)
The city sleeps, and it sleeps deeply
(Dream about me)
(Dream about me)
Drawing long heavy breaths
(Dream about me)
You might mistake for the groan of traffic
(Dream about me)
Or the groan of machinery
(Dream about me)
And when it dreams
(Dream about me)
The empty streets swell with figments of its dreaming
(Dream about me)
Like you
Like me
You and me, we
Peer curiously down back alleys
We scale cathedrals and cling to their spires
To crawl with the gargoyles
We scratch dark prophecy into bathroom stall walls
And answer calls on disconnected payphones
And through our eyes and our hearts and mouths
The city begins to know itself
Through our missed exits, bad calls, and wrong turns
It thoroughly, painstakingly, maps itself out