Trains and school busses Sidewalks and narrow streets I'm still getting used to The landscape of a city Talking quietly of anything with you Your face in the lamplight I wanna frame it I used to cover my ears It took my years to believe I could be quiet and still uncompromising Talking quietly of anything with you Soup on the stove Tonight there is a moat around us Music under the door We're not old but we're getting older What will we keep on our coffee tables? We're getting older