| She’s sailing along the diamonds |
| He’s picking up trash along the road |
| Somebody’s been tracing straight lines across the flat implode |
| She’s trying to cash in glamour |
| He’s leaving his self-respect at home |
| Nobody could split the hairs as finely as the comb |
| He’s pulling the weeds up slowly |
| She’s picking the pennies from her vest |
| They’re stuck in their own dimension and cashing in change for something less |
| Nobody imagines them |
| Somebody has plans for them |
| They’re fucking around with each other, something has to give |
| He says there’s no room for the both of them |
| She says she might like to stick around |
| He says he’s not planning on leaving |
| She says she’s addicted to the sound, on sound, on sound |
| She clicks her heels, feet will never leave the ground |
| Calm down, she’s great to have around |
| Whether or not we’re together, it’ll work out fine |
| We’ll weather the storm together, and we’ll be fine |