We hear the dealers with the words
That ride the tails of their cigarette smoke
Sliding through the tunnels of our ears
Those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood
Stand on the corner of Washington Square
Washington Square

Well our vision was stinging
And our eyes were blurring

Elevator's got you rising so high
Seventeen floors, you want so much more
Elevator's got you rising so high
Seventeen floors, you want so much more

And there's lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye
And there's lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye

Somewhere horses flee from thunder
Somewhere the bones of a cat
Are buried under a garden, yeah

Well there's a radio on, broken song
Empty digression, it won't be long
Won't be long 'til you and me are gone from here
And there's lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye
And there's lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye

We hear the dealers with the words
That ride the tails of their cigarette smoke
Sliding through the tunnels of our ears

Those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood
Stand on the corner of Washington, Washington
Washington Square

Well our vision was stinging
And our eyes were blurring, yeah