You make yourself so beautiful,
You make yourself so, so beautiful
And now I feel like I'm going,
I'm going to set myself on fire.
I'm going to set myself up at a window,
This margin walker wants a clear view,
Ths margin walker wants a clear shot,
And now I'm shooting it right at you.
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do
Trajectory passing right through me
Threads my needle sends it right to you.
You make yourself so visible,
You make yourself so, so visible,
And now I feel like I'm in the
Tread of some bastard jealousy.
Up here, above the avenue,
Up here, where the things you do,
They lend me a problem with the language,
Split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.