We both fall in the early morning
The sun will hide 'till we are going
We both talk at the bar of the bar and
The booth's too tall and the music's boring
We both leave with none of the others
You talk to me about potential lovers
I hold you close as my chest rises faster
And we both fall back to the sound of my laughter
The sound of the silence is making me nervous
You turn on the TV, it makes me jealous
I cut my hair to give me some purpose
The picture will impress the girls at my service