Rooftop Brawl - Bishop Allen

There was a rooftop brawl, and I twisted my own arm

I had been working in the mirror on my charm

And in the silence, I started laughing again

I saw the stars

I didn’t care

There was a crowd below with their faces to the sky

They seemed so curious, but I could not tell you why

I started floating just like the ocean

Everyone screaming, nobody there

There was a sidewalk wake, I had stitches in my side

I had been looking with a flashlight for my pride

I heard the sirens, and they were crying

Everyone flying scared

I got a number written down on the back of my hand, but I can’t read it

I got a notice in my pocket that I don’t understand

I think I need it

I got a watch on my wrist, but it just won’t tick

I don’t know

I got a key that I swallowed, yeah its part of the trick

I gotta go

And if the sun comes up, it will still be a surprise

I will be statue still, rubbing both my eyes

The bells are ringing, the bees are stinging, and I am singing, «La da da da.»