margin walker

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.