In the race to get out of this place
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon
You're accusing, you say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here
I'm not on the moon
But I'm leaving so soon
So don't presume to know sh** about me
'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next
And I don't pose perplexities purposely
This isn't a game, this isn't a test
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks, but we know this is love
Nine am to the beat of a drum
As we drive through the canyon
I'm feeling the hum of the engine
My head and my heart are a-swim : will your cat be ok?
Your wife was she in?
Your wife, is she in???
'Cause I don't presume to know sh** about you
When you won't really tell me until I beg you to
But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing
It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings...
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love
I like that we argue
But not everyday
Your scent in a room
And the way that you say 'color' not 'colour'
What colour today?
It's grey, grey, it's grey
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love