The things we do and the things we let Between the tide and the cigarettes All the cups we cannot sip Between our legs across our lips All the places we will meet Between our start and our winding sheet Some we'll leave and some we'll walk Hung like thieves, we sing the cross Don't go! don't go! All the rules we will not break Will break beside each note I make Between the beat and the speaker throw What I think, where I still won't go Don't go! don't go! Don't go! don't go! Don't look at me that way When you do what can I do But do everything you say Don't look at me that way When you do what can I do But do everything you say From Santa Cruz we're drawing close Between the hems and the cuffs of clothes All the things I cannot do I'm thinking of more I'll do to you And late one night on borrowed cars We went one time, was it too far Between the headlights and engine block Between my knees, between the clock Don't go! don't go! Don't go! don't go! Don't go! don't go! Don't go! don't go! .... The things we do and the things we let Between the tide and the cigarettes All the cups we cannot sip Between our legs across our lips