With every little kiss you just sink deeper
a modern sort of damage to the nerves
we’re feeling like a dog’s head out the window
lapping up those northern, pine-cone curves

All the letters left for me since Sunday
crushed beneath the weight of unread news
there’s been a slight change in your program
she says, “I’m leaving here – I thought you knew”

No one can hurt you – if you hide inside your brain 
No one can hold you – if your steps all lead away
And I’ll never know you – if you cannot give your all
Whenever I see you – nothing else matters at all

We’re droppin’ all our mail past days they’re due
we’ll slip away disguised as me and you
we’re trimming down the hedge that’s blocking the view 
of our redemption

Whatever has to happen in between
unravel all our films from history
all our conversations that tended to lean
in your direction

CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
the washed up whales - they’re in the news
sometimes our plans don’t go the way - you want them to
but know that there are secrets to this human life
that flowers grow, despite the night

we can hear, we can hear… our replacements comin’ in…

CHORUS: