Local Natives - Bowery

We were standing
At forsythe and bowery
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget

You can't tell if the ceilings rising
Or if the floor's falling out.

I remember sunrise without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Taller stacks of stone
Is all we'll have to show

At the time I wasn't with you
By that time I didn't care

The fall is so much faster
Than you and I could ever climb