I want you to myself
You staring blankly from your wall
Over curling smoke and eyes
Oven clinking whites and tiles
Pick a window
Slip a finger under right
Leave your imprint next to mine
Take my hand and run away
If it's all downhill
If it's downhill from here
Da da da da da
Lost
I am a superhero or a ghost
300 feet down to the bottom
I can barely see where i have been
Fall to my uhohuhoh
And i saw myself between the shapes
And i thought that this would be our year
And if it's all downhill from here