The things we'd trade in some strangers' basements The things we'd trade with the boats on the foreign shores But it bites back It doesn't care at all If I looked up, this would be your ceiling I wanted to go home Now I just want to go back Side stage Off in the corner We hit it off And by "hit it off" I mean I was staring at the floor I was trembling like a child You'll break down today You'll break down tomorrow Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along Electricity, leave me be