Gabriel Kahane & Brooklyn Rider - The Fiction Issue: Part I lyrics

[Verse 1] In the early days after the accident I lived in a small apartment, Closet-like, in East Harlem Every morning, I'd visit the bakery The Portuguese bakery For coffee and donuts Before the daily descent Into the mourn of the Lexington line [Verse 2] I'd wear my shades underground For a number of reasons One: to be dashing Two: to be animized Three: to be a spile [Verse 3] In the early days after the catastrophe I was prone to stare at men's starched collars Suits and briefcases Harry Winston gold watches [Verse 4] I invented their lives All the strains on their marriages A rendezvous at the Bronx Zoo Where it hasn't [?] a tiny balloon Which we'd watch ascend Which we'd watch ascend Which we'd watch ascend In the unbroken [?] [Verse 5] There were mornings in that bungalow I'd wake up drunk on life and touch the floor California's [?] and white and pure In the hollows above the murk It lurks below [Verse 6] Window gathered up the dust and grime The city street that breaks outside Can't keep out that singular light Drink it in Drink it in Drink it in Drink it in Drink it in Drink it in