Clean slate, warm weather
They should tie our ankles both together
Seagulls calling to one another
If a stranger should ask you you can tell him I'm your brother
Lean into me press real hard
I got no good reasons left not to let down my guard
I love your kiss
But it's going to come down to this
You and me on a high balcony
And professional wrestling on pay-per-view
Windows and light and the radio blaring all night
And the truth slowly dawning on me and then on you
Let's pretend we're all alone
Let's unplug the telephone
Our scale doesn't slide
Here comes tonight hey open wide
Don't blink don't try too hard not to
Just rehearse the alibis your father taught you
See the plastic coating on the windows blister
Anybody asks you tell them you're my sister yeah
You and me and a table set for three
Just in case our assassin should finally come through
And ??? and matches
Why don't we cook up two more batches?
With the ??? closing in on me and then on you