Sift first through the madness
Glass and ash
Rooftop perched
Staggering captains over the backyard captive
And it's not what's so attractive
As in the madness and sin
It's in waiting for the kids to ignite
So we can see what happens
Watch the place divide into private bathrooms
Arising wide-eyed
Scissored straws looking surprised
We can watch the commerce
Rise across the cobblestone
Selling everything from getting stoned
To being less alone
And if you want to be left alone
Endanger gutters on your own
What's the use of those solitary rooftop blues
When there's smoke to stain your fingers?
Chasing rafters
Raining sulfur and English
On every pretty face in the room
Oh the gravity of the spinning ground
It slows the growing legend in this house
Surrounds the night closing in like a crowd
In gossip, traffic and sound
Oh the soul of this dying town
It's come alive when you come around
In every muscle twitch
That shakes the dust right off your skin
Every backseats snitch
The younger kids that run to tell their friends
All the things our private roof can bring
Much of madness, much more of sin