Some days aren't yours at all, [bad word] and go as if they're someone else's days [bad word] and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours
 [bad word] in all quiet, sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floorboard creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep
By your side

Downtown
Downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore, I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write

I'm in love with your daughter
I wanna have her baby
I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please?

Downtown
Downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore, I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me, don't write
Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write

Some days aren't yours at all [bad word] and go as if they're someone else's days [bad word] and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours