| The room's spinning again | |
| She can't seem to remember getting into this mess | |
| Don't try and pick her face up off the floor | |
| And all the while she waits for sleep | |
| That never comes, she'll twist her feet | |
| They tangle in the crumpled sheets | |
| She's always in | |
| He's tired of borrowed beds and feeling nothing | |
| As living takes its toll upon his teeth | |
| His kisses don't seem hungry any more | |
| And all the while he waits for sleep | |
| That never comes, he'll twist his feet | |
| They tangle in the crumpled sheets | |
| He stumbles in all shining eyed with laughter | |
| She's never been that steady on her feet | |
| They fall together blindly to the floor | |
| And all the while he softly sleeps | |
| She lies awake and listens to him breathing | |
| Entangled in the crumpled sheets | |
| They're always in | |
| And all the while he softly sleeps | |
| She lies awake and listens to him breathing | |
| Entangled in the crumpled sheets |