A marginal embrace, imaginary grace
We'll keep it under fire and keep it off the wire until one of us will tire
After all these years we're falling out of gear
Because neither has found another, we'll tend to all the druthers
I'm losing patience now
A four-year glance
I'll speak a foreign language but the understatement of you life can't dance
A stolen chance
The figure holds its pose but its pose but it's taking off its clothes to say goodnight
I swore you'd say the fleet, it glistens from the light of the street
Unfamiliar stares they lack the silent profile that you put in your pack
All the voices around, they don't have a whim to sound
All the streets toward home, they all seem just fine to be alone