standing on the edge of a cityscape now i m walking this tightrope that i can t escape if i was you i d be on the first train home sat at home on a tuesday night the talk show host and those fragile lies but you re my favourite sentence and i m wondering if you ll find your way home running our hands down the stairwell wall i m going down down down the one that you had me paint blue in a bet to shift my mood i m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book and feeling down down down these walls have seen the bones of us these walls will never fall push this body out to sea and you forget all the warmth that you found in me cause i heard your blood runs a little bit colder than most flying of the handle of a lovers tiff i never knew expression could look so stiff but i ll shake it off cause you re just a little piece of my heart running our hands down the stairwell wall and i m going down down down the one that you had me paint blue in a bet to shift my mood i m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book and feeling down down down these walls have seen the bones of us these walls will never fall never fall