Lirieke: Okkervil River. Oh, Precious.

I live in a building where nobody knows me
I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes
At night I hear screaming down in the street
I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet

Precious, we are falling down
Catch us

I fill in the holes in my vision with dexedrine
The landscape spins sideways, the movies and magazines
Whisper as they hide on soft silky surfaces
Surely my neighbors and friends have their purposes here

The building is maddening, thirty floors high
They are building a needle that pierces the sky
Like a cold vaccination, like a smile through a polaroid
Surely my neighbors and friends want to be destroyed

Precious, we are falling down
Catch us

Oh, no, down we go again

Lend me a leaf from the rill, lifting the dreams from you
They sift through the meshes of the ancient afternoon
Leave me alone for awhile, leave me alone with your smile
And listen to the breaking, all the buildings we are making will be gone

Precious, we are falling down, falling down
Catch us