| I met up with an acrobat |
| In Brooklyn or some place like that |
| With life and taxis flying past |
| We tore that dance hall down |
| Pocket change and subway cars |
| Our big ideas filled empty bars |
| You might be from the moon or mars |
| Either way, I’m never going home |
| So, lets hang an anchor from the sun |
| There’s a million city lights but |
| You’re number one |
| You’re the reason I’m still |
| Up at dawn |
| Just to see your face |
| We’ll be going strong |
| With the vampires, baby |
| We belong, we belong awake |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| I was drinking from the wishing well |
| Some junkie metal-head hotel |
| When we boarded the carousel |
| The roof was caving in |
| On the stage my Oxblood friend |
| Was singing songs about the end |
| The bankers in the lion’s den |
| Were dropping lines like beggars in the snow |
| So, lets hang an anchor from the sun |
| There’s a million city lights but |
| You’re number one |
| You’re the reason I’m still |
| Up at dawn |
| Just to see your face |
| We’ll be going strong |
| With the vampires, baby |
| We belong, we belong awake |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Walking home your hand in mine |
| Tattoos on the river line |
| The morning birds are taking flight |
| Either way I thought that you should know |
| You’re my number one |
| You’re the reason I’m still |
| Up at dawn |
| Just to see your face |
| We’ll be going strong |
| With the vampires, baby |
| We belong, we belong awake |
| You’re my number one |
| You’re the reason I’m still |
| Up at dawn |
| Just to see your face |
| We’ll be going strong |
| With the vampires, baby |
| We belong, we belong awake |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Swinging from the fire escape |
| Swinging from the fire escape |