Standing on the edge of a cityscape 
Now I'm walking this tightrope that 
I can't escape If I was you 
I'd be on the first train home 
Sat at home on a tuesday night 
The talk-show host and those fragile lies
But you're my favourite sentence 
And I'm wondering if you'll find your way home  [bad word] our hands down the stairwell wal
l I'm going down, down, down 
The one that you had me paint blue
 In a bet to shift my mood 
I'm stacking all the photos in the front of a book 
And feeling down, down, down 
These walls have seen the bones of us
 These walls... will never fall 
Push this body out to sea
 And you forget all the warmth that you found in me 'Cause I heard your [bad word] a little bit colder than most
 Flying of the handle of a lovers tiff I never knew expression could look so stiff
 But I'll shake it off 'cause you're just a little piece of my heart  [bad word] our hands down the stairwell wall 
And I'm going down, down, down
 The one that you had me paint blue In a bet to shift my mood I'm stacking all the photos in the front of a book And feeling down, down, down 
These walls have seen the bones of us
 These walls... will never fall Never fall