We're meeting in the city
We're dressing in the scattered lights
We're making it our living
But in the night we lose our sight
That distant kind of love
I disconnect my telephone line
I can't hang up the phone
I don't know now if you'll ever hear it
Speak now if there's any sort of feeling
Because every breath I draw is for you.
We took it out of our mouths
We put it out of our minds
But in you the ink runs through
And it paints your blood like mine
We can't hide from it or divide from it