Stress Position

Baby, happy fucking birthday

(Take a left at the lights)

We’ve bent the bars upon the birdcage

(We’re two sorry birds on a wire)

You haven’t spoken since we stole the car

(I’m hypnotised by the cocaine sparks)

What’s going on behind those blue eyes ?

(Let’s just get this over with)

Shake those chains

Gather up, gather up

We gather up what remains

’Til we remember where they put the money

Shine that light

Gather up, gather up

We gather here every night

’Til we remember where they put the money

Try to hold it all together

(When we’re falling apart)

Better the devil you remember

(Than the one who’s breaking my heart)

The neighbourhood has barely changed at all

(We’re barely recognisable)

Is there somebody behind us ?

(Let’s just get this over with)

We are holy

We’re sacrifices

To the city’s call

We’re paralysed with love

By altars of light

That black out the stars

And I am not afraid to be lost - with you