Oxbow - Down a Stair Backward lyrics

Oh, Jesus... Had nothing to do with this really Even less than some would like to think Up around the third floor back And back up in the f**ing ink The pulse goes slow, the lights glow lower And I stagger in the stairwell stinking Coffin style and styling No man is an island? Like hell, I was thinking The stairs, the chairs, the tables and the food It's picture postcard perfect And it cloys just like castor oil Jesus... Jesus... Had nothing to do with this really Even more than some would like to think Up around my bitter floor flat And crooked Right back into the ink And the pulse goes slow And the lights glow lower And I stagger in the stairwell stinking Coffin style and styling No man is an island? Like hell, I was thinking The stairs The chairs The tables and the food The pulse goes slow The lights glow lower And I stagger in the stairwell stinking Coffin style and styling I'm deeply ashamed of it all It's picture The postcard The perfect And it cloys just like castor oil And the lights glow lower And I stagger in the stairwell And the pulse goes slow And the lights glow And I stagger in the stairwell stinking No man is an island? Like hell, I was thinking Like hell, I was thinking