By the time that you told me
it was already plain that you'd changed
But your conscience was clean
and as white as a line of cocaine
My back to the wall of your bedroom apartment
you're talking in circles,
got two cigarettes burning
and I couldn't hide how afraid
I was to see you so strange
I've got no ill will for you
I thought I'd always know you
up where the air gets thin...
You cut the kite strings.
I've seen my name in lights
I've seen my face in papers
I spent ten good years waiting,
Euclid's made to play the fool, but
I don't know what that stuff does to you
and I don't know if it's real, but
I spent a decade in love with you
and I can't tell if you're here, cause
I don't think that he can hear me now
So dizzy with the altitude
Who am I to tell you to come down?
(Lucky that my palette still prefers a legal poison)
Who am I to tell you to come down?
(Sit back and raise a glass, a glass to easy choices.)
to tell you to come down?
Last night you came to kiss me in a dream
what kind of foolishness is this
breathed out a lungful of your smoke
I've seen you at your brightest
who am I to pull you down to earth?
Yeah, who am I to tell you to come down?