A Taste of Luxury

You said, the higher we fly the further we fall
But there's a place in the sky where there's no weight at all
And if we can make it we'll finally be free
Totally helpless, without gravity

But I fell back in the cul-de-sac for a little history lesson
It was '83 and you were working to fight off the depression
Throwing pills at my window so we could go shoplifting
You had a preppy look for a petty crook
You were never wanting for a taste of luxury