Fighting On The Stairs (The Frames)

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this town Then something is gonna break 'Cause I gotta find my own way now Through this thick malaise Well I don't know where else I can turn now Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn You're wearing too much make-up Going to the dance And you're looking over my way now But some people out there take a chance But your glow in this light is so becoming now If I don't get out of this town Something's gonna break I'm waiting to find my high/house soon And rummage through the age Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts