you make yourself so beautiful, you make yourself so, so beautiful and now i feel like i'm going, i'm going to set myself on fire. i'm going to set myself up at a window, this margin walker wants a clear view, this margin walker wants a clear shot, and now i'm shooting it right on you. untraceable, untranslatable, i can't explain all i ever wanted to do trajectory passing right through me threads my needle sends it right through you. you make yourself so visible, you make yourself so, so visible, and now i feel like i'm in the tread of some bastard jealousy. up here, above the avenue, up here, where the things you do, they lend me a problem with the language, split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.