3, 4, in the kitchen, on the floor It's a similar routine This stark, smitten reality And you just laugh at me Because it's getting late Maybe we're barking up the wrong tree It's like magnetism plays no role now In these politics that we construe Tired efforts just to keep collected To avoid apparitions of you Or maybe of me and you 1, 2, I get pulled right on top of you Easily intrigued departs from my peace of mind In basements up and down the east coast Our loneliness gets intertwined Our eyelines longing to connect but Our brains are restless and afraid Modest rapture spreads like a plague We let it fluster and slowly fade I'm gone I'll take my sense of direction And maybe I'll stay gone forever I'm gone I'll take my inclination And maybe I'll stay gone forever I'm gone I'll take my strong connections And maybe I'll stay gone forever I'm gone I'll take my best ideas And maybe I'll stay gone forever 3, 4, dismissal chills me to my core Maybe I'm right, maybe fidelity is obsolete Maybe we confuse love for remission Or complacency for defeat Maybe solitude will bring you nothing but Devotion always brings despair I see the words on the wall as the answer The answer to a prayer I never pray for nothing I don't pray for anything I don't pray for anything