| Meet me out by the fire escape |
| It’s been forty nights and forty days |
| And I’ve become uncertain in a cosmic way |
| I chewed my fingers to the bone today |
| Oh, won’t you come around and meet me by the fire escape |
| Untie this tied tongue tie |
| What’s it that I wanna say, what’s it that I really wanna say? |
| What are the words I’ve been choking on, hoping someone will articulate? |
| Oh no, that’s some murky water |
| Alright, we’re in the trenches now |
| I don’t know when the party’s over |
| All I know’s I’m getting out somehow |
| Oh, what a fever dream |
| Meet me out by the fire escape |
| Join the procession down the alleyway, oh |
| Our freedom’s a joke and we’ve got debts to pay |
| How many waves until the levee breaks? |
| Oh, won’t you come around and meet me by the fire escape |
| Untie this tied tongue tie |
| What’s it that I wanna say, what’s it that I really wanna say? |
| What are the truths we’ve been choking on, hoping someone will articulate? |
| Oh no, that’s some murky water |
| Alright, we’re in the trenches now |
| And I don’t know how the story ends |
| But the pages just turn over and then turn over again |
| And redemption’s always outta sight and just around the bend |
| And the outcome doesn’t match with what it is that I intend |
| Like a stack of books grows and gathers dust beside the bed |
| Or the disconnect between what people do and what they’ve said |
| And I wanna read the news maybe without losing my head |
| Oh, what a fever dream |
| Meet me out by the fire escape |
| It’s been forty nights and forty days |
| And I’ve become uncertain in a cosmic way |
| I chewed my fingers to the bone today |