I can see the city light, from where I stand, on the top floor, and I'm not sure if I'm deadI'll raise my hands to the clouds, to check if heaven is with me now, cause the devil's in my bedAnd she won't love me, like she could, and she won't hold me, like she wouldI bid this city goodnightAnd cover street lamps, like my eyes, when it's quite a goAnd say my sweetest goodbyes, on the billboards, of fast food and mobile phonesCause they won't treat me, like they should, cause they don't need meCause they won't treat me, like they should, cause they don't need meLike youMy toes curled, clutched to the edge, and filled up with regretCould you forgive me, yeahWould you know if I fell, from this hotelAnd I'm gonna leave ya now, leave ya nowI'm gonna leave ya now, leave ya nowI'm gonna leave ya now, leave ya nowI'm gonna leave ya now, leave ya now