Bowery

We were standing
At Forsythe and Bowery.
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget.
You can't tell if the ceiling's rising
if the Or floor's falling out.
I remember sunrise without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Taller stacks of stones
Is all we'll have to show.
You can't tell if the ceiling's rising
Or if the floor's falling out.
At the time I wasn't with you
By that time I didn't care
The fall is so much faster
Than you and I could ever climb.