Bunker Hill - Michael Penn

Always thought it was a game with us

Move until enough’s enough

Into a picture-perfect view

I’d like to rip it up with you

Why would anybody leave this place?

It’s overdrawn and won’t erase

And if you’re feeling incomplete

The line is stretching up the street

So take a look, but you might stay until

You have counted every light from Bunker Hill

Take a coat, you’re gonna freeze

My baby sees

Every sentence with an underline

Never uses turpentine

Put out a fleece and build a kite

A siren’s going off tonight

Lay your head down

Do you call this chance?

Found the exit, this entrance

Now’s the time, and it is still

I’m sorry that I kept you waiting here until

Hey, Luanda, do you want a thrill?

We can watch the lights shine up from Bunker Hill

If it puts your heart at ease

My baby, please

Try, but you can’t hide

Impossible, you’re lit from the inside

And all I’ve gotta do is keep my eyes above the ground

To see you move around

The only points of light are fires on Vermont

Somebody must suspect that all we really want

Is a tranquilizer gun, but still

It’s a free-for-all on Bunker Hill

And everybody wets their knees

On the trapeze