rise from behind the hills of new york
and I'll squat before a porcelain desk
head in the pipes, face flushed with blood
maybe I'll write myself into success

heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it

blanket fort keep me safe from the world
I got enough food to last us three weeks
nevermind the rips in your gossamer walls
they're only there if you admit defeat

heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it

how can I saw that the face makes a man
when when she looks at me I'm a child
dying the tapestries I will hang
cuz I can't hold my spine up alone

give me a cradle and a bottle
I won't cry out
I won't cry out
I swear I won't cry out

heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it

your legs are too short
and your lines are too long
and your bars are too high
everyone wants to live everlasting
I just don't want to die
so set your sights for nowhere
your languor drink up
and take me to your parents' house
we'll wrestle quietly under the stairs
and I swear that we'll figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out

WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT