2 3 4 Clean slate, warm weather They should tie our ankles both together Seagulls calling to one another If a stranger should ask you You can tell him I'm your brother Lean into me, press real hard I got no good reasons left not to let down my guard I love your kiss but it's going to come down to this You and me and a high balcony And professional wrestling on pay per view Windows and light and the radio blaring all night And the truth slowly dawning on me and then on you Let's pretend we're all alone
Let's unplug the telephone Our scale doesn't slide Here comes tonight Hey, open wide Don't blink, don't try too hard not to Just rehearse the alibis your father taught you See the plastic coatings on the window blister Anybody asks you, tell 'em you're my sister Yeah, you and me and a table set for three Just in case our a**a**in should finally come through Anhydrous and matches, why don't we cook up two more batches With the tide closing in on me and then on you