In my still life your face in the fruit appears On my bike ride your hips are the hills I can't escape you lately
About a bright red bird that passed my train But you're asleep tonight And your tonight is my yesterday
And all those blues because there's no view Of the city from your window You've made a nest out of credit card bills So honey, let the wind blow
My feet have grown so tired My legs they ache each night Because you know the hardest thing to do Is to dance in step in each other's shoes