Airports lines   I wish it was summertime   But it's Sunday night   And flight five-five-seven's arrived      She tells me   She's filled buildings with history   On 22nd Street   She's not invisible      My head aches   Echo park turns to silver lake   Where Millie's diner   Is closed today      I like the taste of chocolate cake   I close my eyes and I masturbate   I close the door because I'm afraid   He'll see me, I'm bored      She thinks of big blue whales   While she's biting her fingernails   She writes plays   I read paperbacks      They've just begun   3D picnics, electric sun   I don't care   Where you're coming from      He's up there on the 8th floor   And he's falling from the speakers   And his head's smashed   To the grounds      And every time you leave me   Call to love you   But I gotta go   Just watch me drown      And if someday's dry   We're going to Ransburg   It's hotter   Than hell there      We're invisible   And we're bullet-proof   We're invisible   And we're bullet-proof