Texty: The Wallflowers. Rebel, Sweetheart. I Am A Building.

I'm here by my window
I am waiting for your parade
And I will salute you from above the crowd
As you make your way

You won the battle, baby, you've won the war
I admit it now, I could not give any more
My condition is your reward
I am a building here without doors

The altitude is now getting to me
As they applaud you on the boulevard
The whole valley looks like someone's body
And all the people look like little scars

This day is taking forever
I will never say, never say never again
The flesh around me is only pretend
Return to sender every letter that is yours
I am sure that I am a building here without doors

The fire blazing on the overpass
Cattle grazing in fields of dead grass
Last summer was earthquake weather
By November this too should have passed

I am not moving, I am landlocked
I am looking through a thousand windows spread across
A thousand floors, there in a landfill
Where Eden was before, but not anymore
I am a building here without doors

Did you, did you see me waving to you from above
Things are looking clear now
My eyes are wide enough to see the way a sniper does
Behind the barrel of a good gun

For worse or better, I surrender
It may not matter
But I'm sadder than you'll ever know
I am your inferno, here all in yellow
With embers blowing north

No sense in returning
I'm not worried anymore
I am a building
That is here without doors

I am a building
That is here without doors