Margin Walker - Fugazi

You make yourself so beautiful, 
you make yourself so, so beautiful
and now I feel like I'm going,
I'm going to set myself on fire.

I'm going to set myself up at a window,
this margin walker wants a clear view,
ths margin walker wants a clear shot,
and now I'm shooting it right at you.

Untraceable, untranslatable, 
I can't explain all I ever wanted to do
Trajectory passing right through me
threads my needle sends it right to you.

You make yourself so visible,
you make yourself so, so visible,
and now I feel like I'm in the
tread of some bastard jealousy.
Up here, above the avenue,
up here, where the things you do,
the lend me a problem with the language,
split my seams and then they drop in a fuse.