We were standing at forsyth and bowery
Flowers and painted foreheads trying to forget
Can't tell if the ceiling is rising
Or if the floor is falling down.
I remember sunrise without sleep
God-like and cowering
Taller, stacks of stones is all I have to show
I can't tell if the ceiling is rising
Or if the floor is falling down
At the time I wasn't with you, by the time I didn't care
At the time I wasn't with you, by the time I didn't care
Falling so much faster than you and I could ever climb