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, 
This margin walker wants a clear shot, 
and now i'm shooting it right on you. 
Untraceable, untranslatable, 
I can't explain all i ever wanted to do 
Trajectory passing right through me 
Threads my needle sends it right through you. 
You make yourself so visible, 
You make yourself so, so visible, 
And now i feel like i'm in the tread of 
some [bad word] jealousy. 
Up here, above the avenue, up here, where 
the things you do, 
They lend me a problem with the language, 
split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.