Box Car Racer. Elevator. Zeneszám

Tom:
the building turned it's back
ignored my call
the concrete looks too thin to break my fall
the sunset stretched across this night time scene
I counted people as I neared the street below, whoa, below, whoa

Mark:
I saw it all, I saw it all go down
the shadow grew as he aproached the ground
the sunset stretched across this night time scene
I turned away as he came near the street, below, whoa, below, whoa, below

Tom:
let's forget this all, move on

Mark:
let's forget this all, move on

Tom:
let's forget this all, move on

Mark:
let's forget this all, move on

Tom:
let's forget this all, move on

Mark:
let's forget this all, move on

Tom:
let's forget this all, move on