Oh this kind of feeling
always hits me right in the chest
say it first I wont blame you
but we all know what will happen next
she looks out the window and says
I need a cigarette
oh lights are coming on
somewhere out in the city
there are people just like us
stuck in a permanent slide
why cant the bus ever
seem to come on time
why is there still so much fear
when everything is fine
well lights are coming on
in the apartment next door
two people just like us
stuck in a permanent slide
night ascends to the window
the window reflects the room
say it again i need to hear it
directly from you
she turns to me and says
I need another cigarette
and that's it
"Satisfied with his care and the width of his belly, Lewis escaped and returned to San Francisco, where he was arrested after ripping open his clothing and asking passersbys to witness the divine light that burned in his breast."