Most Likely a Spy - Restorations

And the things we’d trade in some strangers' basements

And the things we’d trade with the boats on the foreign shores

But it bites back

It doesn’t care at all

If I looked up, this would be your ceiling

I wanted to go home

Now I just want to go back

Side stage

Off in the corner

We hit it off

And by «hit it off» I mean

I was staring at the floor

I was trembling like a child

You’ll break down today

You’ll break down tomorrow

Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown

Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along Electricity, leave me be