On the fire escape
We stopped and we looked down
Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies

When you�re still midway
It�s not too late to just turn back


The winter is cruel round here
The future is not down there
�Why can�t they just think like us?�


If you�ve got flags to wear
You should be careful what you sell

On the fire escape
I think I slipped, I think I fell
But you�re still midway

It�s not too late to just turn back

We were raised by strangers

The life that you had in mind
Was just a moth and a light