People On Balconies

I can go anywhere that I want
I just gotta turn my soul upside down
And back to front

Cut out shapes and worn out faces
Add some sparkle to create
The rotten thing

You're all smiling so I guess I'll stay
At least till the disappointed
Feeling themselves away

Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over your shoulder

All the window balconies
They seem so flimsy
When our friends step out to talk and wave
And catch a piece of Sun

I guess I dream of an altered state
Where we leave our windows and our doors
Open wide

The telephone lines are never busy
No voice repeating
To stay indoors

Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over your shoulder
We got to get it together

All the window balconies
They take a tumble
As our friends step out and talk
And maybe catch a piece of Sun

All of that money
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
All this loose change
Loose change
Where did it go?
Where did it go?