I'm barefoot, bristling
  Solitude
  On my rooftop, solid
  So like this come of stars
  Staring at me
  Who's out there?
  I can see the girl
  Across the way
  She can't see me
  And I touch myself
  With just a little bit of confusion
  But I'm all alone
  And that's all that matters
  
  It's the chance
  I'm taking
  It's the danger I like
  
  Within this
  Euphoric kind of feeling
  It's just a sex high
  There ain't no waterfalls
  There ain't no grassy grass here
  Just a casual nod
  And basketball
  I don't mind
  Cause I'm still alive
  
  All thoughts and feelings
  Under my ceiling
  
  This city
  Hangs a sensual tension
  This city
  Screams for more affection
  Hitting it from all directions
  Just a kid
  With the past of a grown man
  
  Sold my sex
  In public places
  To junked out fags
  With yellow eyes
  Running
  For their Times Square lives
  Hit the river, swim in shit
  But never
  Tried to open my eyes
  In the dark
  I see dead young faces
  Fix me up
  And keep your Zen