Restorations - Most Likely a Spy lyrics

And the things we'd trade In some strangers' basements The things we'd trade With the boats on the foreign shores But it bites back And it doesn't care at all If we looked up This would be your ceiling Oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh And I wanted to go home Now I just want to go back Side stage Off in the corner And we hit it off And by "hit it off" I mean I was staring at the floor I was trembling like a child You'll break down today You'll break down tomorrow You'll break down today You'll break down tomorrow You'll break down today You'll break down tomorrow You'll break down today Now it's me and the cabbie Idling downtown Wind whips between the buildings As we whistle along Electricity, leave me be Electricity, leave me be