I'm moving to Tokyo. Cuz I'm tired of San Francisco. My contracts are finally void. And I am getting out. On houses and building tops. I swallow the beams and sundrops. If my echos could reach your ears. Then I could save my calls. What happens when I'm above. The east river when you are in love. We're staring at all these lights. And I am going blind. Fill all of the navy yards. With hard working security guards. Cuz the numbers are wearing off. My plastic access cards. How can I begin to say. I feel better off when we stay. In Paris on winter nights. Beneath the snowy veil. Content like a panda bear. Still breathing the fresh mountain air. I'll put on a diving tank. And sing when I inhale