He just drinks beers, doesn’t really eat
Doesn’t really need to she don’t remember him
Maybe he didn’t like her that much
Anyhow, going through all this old stuff
Taking pictures off the walls, leaves a crack in the paint
Leaves a crack in his one night numbers, leaves a hole in his mouth
and he thinks it’ll be a while
Thinks it’ll be a while.
Now, come on girl, don’t you want to go out with me?
Slip through mirrors or slide down glass
This isn’t a city really, just the parts your imagination left out
That now breathe to life
Try not to slip on memories
Take my hand – you know....
They say on this rooftop you can see everything perfectly
Just two bright stars against all the rest
smack into the night sky.