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I am walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again And I am getting nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I can't get through And the old woman behind pink curtains And closed door, on the first floor She's listening through the air shaft To see how long our swan song can last And both hands Please use both hands. Oh no don't close your eyes. I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried How hard we tried How hard we tried And I am watching your chest rise and fall Like the tides of my life and the rest of it all And your bones have been my bed frame And your flesh has been my pillow I've been waiting for sleep To offer up the deep, with both hands Oh ah, with both hands And in each others shadow we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all. I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall And when we leave the landlord will come And paint over it all. I'm walking out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again And I am getting nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I can't get through Both hands, please use both hands. Don't close your eyes I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried How hard we tried |