I'll press my face up to your railings   I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain   A little hurt   A little further      Don't burn your hand on the window   If you just want to take in the view   Don't you bend my wicked mind   With your mumbo-jumbo torture   If it's all the same to you   It's all the same...      Here we are, we're here forever   We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother   But you're lovely and dark   It's getting darker now      You press your face to my railings   I've still got a little unused pain   I'll shoot you down   With my good-luck paradox   With my teeth and my brain   With my teeth and my brain      My death, it's holy and awesome   It's as common as muck on a spade   I'm not afraid now   I'm not afraid now