my world is firmly compressed into the pocket of your front breast we pass over cities and towns collapsed in hopes that people find amusement amongst the depressed what you say goes and your site beats everyone else s and we all know we ve already won once in awhile while looking on the lamp post while they dance alone the light sure shed by our road flare watching the ground move quick and fast the car is stopped and i m out of gas must be my fault whatever you say is correct by me cause all i wanna save is a cat in a tree i can t get it down i can t get it down i can t get it down the doubt breaks inside me as the light beat down from the giant s pockets onto the ground you re a taker of vanities a stealer of games now show me a night where us both can be safe you re what i want