Days in my head - oh I'm climbing the walls

Blending in with the chairs and the bed. I keep hoping that I'll fall so we can go back to doing nothing at all Nothing at all

Pieces for soup - we're complaining again

Spinning spoons as they endlessly loop like a carousel bends, but when does it end

When does it end

Press my ear to your chest - as we look to the west

Darlin, am I eavesdropping in on your heart

Is this what things were like without films at night

Do we finally have time for our worst, for our best

Press my ear to your chest

Tight round the line as I fill in the curve

Very subtle so no one gets wise, before I lose my words, before I lose my nerve

Press your ear to my chest - as we both try our best

Are you missing the time we should be spending apart

If I started a fight, would it end up alright

Is this moment a blessing, a curse, or a rest

Press your ear to my chest