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 pa*sing 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 bastard 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.