BUILD SOMETHING / BREAK EVEN
She still smells the grease of the flame
Lanterns on the rise in the blue mist of the palisade
Flashbacks to a time and a place
the boardwalk unabridged
and the soft breath of pornography he left
You gotta build something to break even
I gotta build something to break even
She still smells the grease of the flame
flipping through her Vogue, in the detergent of new money
and she still paints her face the same way
She's careful not to change, so it'll be like he remembers it
You gotta build something to break even
She still smells the grease of the flame
walking through the monuments she contemplates charity
she still feels her hand on the chain
threaded as a rail
to the pillars
on the palisade
You gotta build something to break even
