Standing at the top of the stairwell
Laughing with my friends
Laughing with my friends
Standing at the top of the stairwell
Laughing never ends
Even when it should
All of you
With all of me
We’ll hang together
But we’ll disappear
Whenever we bleed 〈.?.〉
You’re still standing there on Broken Hill
You’ve been tossed out of an automobile 〈.?.〉
Carry in the crash 〈.?.〉
Compact mirror
And some stolen make-believe
Who’s gonna believe
You’re woman?
Anyone who needs to
Anybody desperate
At the end of the night
We collected what we earned
Forgot what we learned
And we all made off with the dark 〈.?.〉
Standing at the top of the stairwell
Laughing ourselves to death
Falling down and crawling our way back up
Laughing to hell
But feeling like we just got over on everyone
We could have stolen the streetlights
We could have shattered the city all laid on our fingers 〈.?.〉
And the city feels like a blunder we got over 〈.?.〉
Until we got under
Standing at the top of the stairwell
Laughing with my friends
And it feels right
To need everyone, every night
Feels like that attention isn’t even worth a mention
I like that picture you took of me
With my front tooth out, still smiling
Underneath the 2 2 2
That’s more than we went to
And we couldn’t pay the rent
When the money was all spent
We always felt we had what we needed
But we didn’t
– Break –
Standing at the top of the stairwell
I can still hear you laughing
I remember you wore a suitcase on your head 〈.?.〉
Some soft, floppy thing
Drag yourself to my door
And kept your finger on the ringer
And then two years later
You were dying alone
I remember what you were
That joke that you made
And then two years later
Standing on the top of the stairwell
I don’t have the key
But, hell, don’t worry about me
Nobody takes out the trash
Or mops these floors
And no one’s here anymore
The roof’s been flied off 〈.?.〉
The building’s been damned
The doors are all sprayed
With our old drag names
I remember you, Jane
And Rona
But things have changed
You don’t get over when you get older
You don’t get over
When you get older
You don’t get over
You don’t get over
You don’t get older
All of you
With all of me
We’ll hang together
All but disappear
Whatever we bleed 〈.?.〉
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The Size Queens Lyrics – Top of the Stairwell