Trains and school busses, sidewalks and narrow streets
I'm still getting used to the landscape of a city
Talking quietly of anything with you
Your face in the lamplight, I wanna frame it
I used to cover my ears
It took my years to believe I could be quiet and still uncompromising
Talking quietly of anything with you
Soup on the stove
Tonight, there is a moat around us
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Music under the door
We're not old but we're getting older
What will we keep on our coffee tables?
We're getting older
