The world and the delicate pair
Pull the wool over the great surveyor
And the wool was just a thread to make that great big ball
For the world had taken its time
For the pair to make up their mind
And the way they made it up made it time for them to go
The thought only brushed by Adam
As its made its way to Eve
But the weight of their tiny decision
Threw them right out of their league
What a place to walk out of
What a place to walk into...
When the only thing you get out of it
Is a memory that's holding you
Time fades and she forgets
Her eyes turn from lemons to charcoal briquettes
Adam dug the grave that night
With every star watching in the sky
The thought only brushed by Adam
As its made its way to Eve
But the weight of their tiny decision
Threw them right out of their league
What a place to walk out of, (What a place...)
What a place to walk into... (What a place...)
When the only thing you get out of it (What a place...)
Is a memory that's holding you
The thought never once brushed by you
As it made its way to me
And our thousand tiny decisions
Knocked us right off of our feet
Knocking us right out of
Knocking us right into...
The thing we were once proud of
Is now the thing that we want to lose
Our minds clear and we forget
Every last little possession and small trinket
Of the way things used to be
In the days you were here with me