Local Natives Bowery
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
