She's mouthing the words of a song that she learned to sing
To the passing trucks outside constructions, heavy ringing
Writing a letter to explain everything
Using words she would never say, words he'll never read
They're fighting fires in the streets tonight
The manholes smoke and the stoplights smolder
This city never runs out of things to burn
And his house seems so far away
The lamppost with its pale light glowing
Never brought much comfort anyway
This feels like game over
So if you come over
Just take it easy
Try too hard, you might break me
It seems to happen all the time
Scenes in a film have reminded him of his youth
Now he looks to her for confirmation, some kind of truth
Just pieces of some kind of puzzle that just don't fit
She's sick of her life and the things that he's done to it
They're fighting fires in the streets tonight
The manholes smoke and the stoplights smolder
This city never runs out of things to burn
And his house seems so far away
The lamppost with its pale light glowing
Never brought much comfort anyway
Slow down
Slow down
I slow down
I slow down