I could take all the craziness out of you. That's what I loved you for. Take away all the oranges, greens and blues. That's what I loved you for. . Take a look at me.
The first time we flew it. It was ? and cramped. . The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic. Even the steward screamed and joined in it. . We didn't think we were going to make it.
There's a city filth that lingers. . All over my naked hands. Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear. . And every step brings another. . Every hour adds some more.