Lyrics

You forfeit your memories
Now you can’t remember it
You can’t remember shit
You can’t illicit sympathy for sickness
When what you’re coughing up is gold

Now the kids are in their uniforms
They’re waiting to be told
That you’ll be young forever
It’s the others who get old

It was a surprise I suppose
Is on the mouth too on the nose?
Move into the city where three feet is a yard
Climb up to the roof to see if we can’t
Corner the stars

Move into the city where three feet is a yard
Climb up to the roof to see if we can
Corner the stars