The city has clouds
You make them the sun
You wanted that poison
Handpicked the gun
You know it don''t say much
The things that he did
You''ll build him a tower
He''ll burn you a bridge
The nihilist tells you that nothing is true
I said "I faked global warming just to get close to you"
I read that book
I drank your drinks
I made you look
And I'm still here
I can hear the train
As it moves past
The chase is as trying as the story onstage
A projection I write and a book on a page
I won't do what I ought to
My fake blank stare
I make to fool you
I watch you from bodegas on the street
And I say merrily
Just how highly I can think
The arsonist tells you that it gets more blue
The things you believe and the quiet bedroom snooze
I read that book
I drank your drinks
And I'm still here
I'm always digging in trash
I can hear the train
As it moves past