In each other's shadows, we grew less and less tall,

And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all,

And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall,

And eventually the landlord will come and paint over it all.

And I am walking out in the rain,

And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again,

And I am getting nowhere with you,

And I can't let it go, and I can't get through.

So now use both hands, please use both hands,

Oh, no, don't close your eyes.

I am writing graffiti on your body,

I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.