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
Letras Local Natives