| You make yourself so beautiful, | |
| You make yourself so, so beautiful | |
| And now i feel like i'm going, | |
| I'm going to set myself on fire. | |
| I'm going to set myself up at a window, | |
| This margin walker wants a clear view, | |
| This margin walker wants a clear shot, and now i'm shooting it right on you. | |
| Untraceable, untranslatable, | |
| I can't explain all i ever wanted to do | |
| Trajectory passing right through me | |
| Threads my needle sends it right through you. | |
| You make yourself so visible, | |
| You make yourself so, so visible, | |
| And now i feel like i'm in the tread of some bastard jealousy. | |
| Up here, above the avenue, up here, where the things you do, | |
| They lend me a problem with the language, split my seams and then they drop in a fuse. |