I know you want me to see don’t lie to me
Why you gotta go be so shy to me?
I ain’t buying the false anxiety let your fortress fall
What’s it gonna take to get you there?
If fear was money you’d be a millionaire
Or all alone in a leather swivel chair counting stacks of gold

You are my Manhattan from the sky
You look so neat and tidy when I’m way up high,
But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
And I wanna come down and walk around