we don't need wings to fly, just an overpass and the accelerator.
it's a red light city and their guns are drawn. you say, baby,
we don't belong. but when it's over
we'll have broken hearts and one last bullet in the chamber.
so let's dance to remember. let's drink to forget.

i'll be your downfall if you'll be my martyr:
i make our living on payphones and poles,
nights of tip jars and cheap bars
and slipping through men's fingers.
they'll think they had me but i'll never be there.
you thought you had me but i didn't care.

but even we were yellow once, budding
with ecstasy and expectations. before brooklyn, there was you.
before the brakes failed, there was us.

another red light city, but i just can't stop.