Thin bright line around the window
Guess we didn't sleep too much tonight
Skin like paper in the daylight
And the curtains how they shine
So we try, and we try, and we try
Big red door to heave you forward
Seeking out our names in the cement
It's downhill in each direction
And the streets they never end
And so we bend, oh we bend, and we bend
There I'm sitting with the ghosts
In our house up on the hill
While you sleep, gauge the signs
All these hopes we keep alive
Living high, living dry
Keep no tab, keep no time
Like a door that's falling closed
No more footsteps in the snow
It's all torn, it's unkind
And it's fine
Hot white sand in the desert
You knew the word before you learned to read
Kept your kissing for the dead
& Put your wants before your needs
And so you bleed, oh you bleed, and you bleed
Thick sick hearts that keep on breaking
Making everything that grows turn back to pain
Till you catch the scent of rain
Between the trains that take you home
Cause we roam, oh we roam, and we roam
There you're looking for the living
In our house up on the hill
While I sleep, trace the line
There's the dark and there's the light
Living high, living dry
With the poison in the times
Love the lies that make it so
Have a sip before you go
Cause we live, & and we die
And it's fine