Picture me, in a treehouse, fighting and lighting my life
And a mono, and a mono and a stereo
And my wide open heart spread wide, in a bedspread
Like a stereo, and my heart and my heart is white
Like chalk, like chalk, heart is life

And you, with hair like boy
And face like mine, and face like mine
And I am cold, but heated right through my core
You're always right when we fight
Always right, you're so right
You're so right, when we fight
Always right