Winter arrives first
at Pole Star Avenue.
Above dead leaves, the sun falls
which doesn't even warm bones.
You've still got bullets to shoot,
but you ask first,
before you murder this city:
was it me? Was it them?
You can't think straight with cold feet
If it's a punishment, I'll look for it myself.
Today, heaven, you're coming for me
But, for God's sake
I can't stop thinking that here
There's not enough room for the two of us
On Pole Star Avenue
the kisses were beautiful.
From my bed, [I saw] a shooting star
I became so tender.
But desire and complicity
Burned in hell
A hookup in the Central Square
convinced you of that.
You can't think straight with cold feet
If it's a punishment, I'll look for it myself.
Today, heaven, you're coming for me
But, for God's sake
I can't stop thinking that here...
Today, heaven, you're coming for me
But, for God's sake
I can't stop thinking that here
There's not enough room for two,
There's not enough room for two,
There's not enough room for the two of us