Standing by the window looking out doors
Could be any port in any storm
Two shiny things getting very snug
You’ll never get that giraffe through that door
Sitting in a penthouse with no floor
Fire would like to say goodnight
I like the way you hold your horses
Can’t buy a tree house on a storm
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy is my poverty
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy
Your Morse code mouth my piracy
All these strings all this confetti
Try to pretend you invented secrecy
Fish swallow fish tail first
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy
Your privacy, all around me
Your privacy