I saw you running down the escalator stairs into
The bowels of a mall
To dance on ancient graveyards
Throw a Hallelujah into the marbled halls
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
You are getting small
You are getting on with your life
I caught you climb out of the window
To be a weirdo in the night
Instead of always waiting to be found out
Like the waist of a windhound
Oh, it feels good to be fucked up and be alright
And pulled aside with a sigh
You wanted younger things and i tried to comply
We are the toenails of an era they just talk about now
And they will forget about us
Unless we're shit out of luck
I am so uneasy to be found out
Like the waist of a windhound
Oh, it feels good to be fucked up and be alright
Oh, it feels good to be fucked up and be alright
I am always waiting
I am always waiting
I am always waiting
Like the waist of a windhound
I am always waiting
I am always waiting
Like the waist of a windhound