Upstairs

Soon we'll go

To a place where nobody

Has been keeping track

And we'll eat for free

All while holding hands

Stripping senses nightly

Undecided

All of your blues

Are just passing through

Standing there

While all the men in their hats try to cry

Sending and puking them down

Can you want it back

Would it be alright

Stripping senses nightly

Undecided

All of your blues

Are just passing through