It's your bed, so please chose a side. I'll take the one closest to the door. And you start to speak.

 The words that try to justify do far more wrong than anything you do.

So grab the coat, the keys. The tension speaks. But we're singing it.

(Chorus) I'll tap the break while you crack the window

the smell of smoke is making my lungs explode.

The 51 is backed up and too slow, let's tune out by turning on the radio.

And oh my love you're all I need backed behind a frequency.

They played this song an hour ago. Let's tune out by turning on the radio.

And this town is dead we've been caught in these sheets way too long.

Let's just see who's up on the screen.

No one I know is more depressing than me or should I say the two of us.

Cause after all we're all we've got. And tension speaks but we're singing it.

(Chorus)

Haven't we heard this song about a thousand times before? Oh well.

After a while it all sounds the same. I guess it's better

than silence and better than shame.