Fire Escape

On the fire escape We stopped and we looked down Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies When you're still midway It's not too late to just turn back The winter is cruel round here The future is not down there Why can't they just think like us? If you've got flags to wear You should be careful what you sell On the fire escape I think I slipped, I think I fell But you're still midway It's not too late to just turn back We were raised by strangers The life that you had in mind Was just a moth and a light