i am walking // out in the rain //
and i am listening to the low moan //
of the dial tone again //  and i am getting //
nowhere with you // and i can't let it go //  
and i can't get through... // the old woman behind 
the pink curtains // and the closed door //
on the first floor // 
she's listening through the air shaft //
to see how long our swan song can last // 
and both hands // now use both hands //
oh, no don't close your eyes // i am writing // 
graffiti on your body // i am drawing the story of // 
how hard we tried // i am watching your chest //
rise and fall //
like the tides of my life,  and the rest of it all // 
and your bones have been my bedframe // 
and your flesh has been my pillow // 
i am waiting for sleep // to offer up the deed //
with both hands // 
in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall //
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all // 
and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall //  
and when we leave the landlord will come // 
and paint over it all // and i am walking // 
out in the rain // 
and i am listening to the low moan // 
of the dial tone again // 
and i am getting nowhere with you // 
and i can't let it go // and i can't get through // 
so now use both hands // please use both hands // 
oh, no don't close your eyes // 
i am writing graffiti on your body // 
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried // 
hard we tried // 
how hard we tried