I don't need to be the judge, but you're looking pretty skinny
Your shadow's been carved down to a line...
So breath, breath, breath like you know how to suffer
Through your mouth, past your lips, blue and grey
Though the past is black and white, in the past it was full color
It's a lie that it was simple way back when
So don't pretend, you could tell, tell, tell
None of us can see the future we have to
Line up the memories that serve us well
It's free, free, free. Words set down are always fiction
They just die, on the page, belt them out
It is just a f*cking city, maybe the magic in the chaos
Was just neurotic kids with too much time
Have another, another, look, look, look
At the bones that are my tether
We'll make something of it as we go
I don't need to be the judge, but you're looking pretty skinny
Your shadow's been carved down to a line