Bowery - Local Natives

We were standing

At forsythe and Bowery.

Flowers and painted forehead

Trying to forget.

You can’t tell if the ceilings rising

Or if the floor’s falling out.

I remember sunrise without sleep

Godlike and cowering

Taller stacks of stone

Is all we’ll have to show.

At the time I wasn’t with you

By that time I didn’t care

The fall is so much faster

Then you and I could ever climb