Primitive Broadcast Service - Fire Escape High Lyrics

Hello old friend
It's good to see you
Every now and then
I do think of you
Random patios
In the summertime
We talk of Burroughs and
The car that we stole

And so old friend
This is where the poets go
All the brazen cars
Headed for the bus stop
Come walk a while with me
It isn't very far
We'll paint the shadows
With the bright words we made
Fire

Here we are old friend
Listen to the wild palms shake
Out there in the distance
Dry in the summer haze
We've got this fire escape
A pack of smokes, a jug of wine
The city lights are golden
Fire escape high
Fire
Fire Escape High