Lyrics:
Dance record from before I was born on the stereo,
playing last rights for my late nights;
all of my evenings and all of my everydays
No business in the same place;
coffee, scrambled eggs
Starting our separate ways,
now are separate days
By the time you read this,
this house will have changed hands one more time again
Wherever you are,
dialing up friends on someone else's telephone
In someone else's home
Why did ever we part and give back our hands?
Nothing but wear between all of my everything's
playing last rights for my late nights;
all of my evenings and all of my everydays
No business in the same place;
coffee, scrambled eggs
Starting our separate ways,
now are separate days
By the time you read this,
this house will have changed hands one more time again
Wherever you are,
dialing up friends on someone else's telephone
In someone else's home
Why did ever we part and give back our hands?
Nothing but wear between all of my everything's
