New York City

You've got my hands tied, and you've wrapped your anchors around my legs
And these alleged wings do nothing for my shoulder blades
You've got me courting the very brink of consumption
With your flinch and a fleeting touch and every marathon that your tongue runs

So get, get, get, where you're going
Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears
Will you let me be your anchor?
Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going

You only find me treading in the fifth you call escape
In a desperate attempt to forget a wandering iris that can't dilate
When the last of your thoughts are still fresh and gleaming on your teeth
I'll close my eyes as words slip inside and replace the brain that's falling to my feet

Get, get, get, where you're going
Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears
Will you let me be your anchor?
Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going tonight