Margin Walker

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. Untraceable, untranslatable, 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, The lend me a problem with the language, Split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.