3, 4, in the kitchen, on the floor
It's a similar routine
This stark, smitten reality
And you just laugh at me
Because it's getting late
Maybe we're barking up the wrong tree
It's like magnetism plays no role now
In these politics that we construe
Tired efforts just to keep collected
To avoid apparitions of you
Or maybe of me and you

1, 2, I get pulled right on top of you
Easily intrigued departs from my peace of mind
In basements up and down the east coast
Our loneliness gets intertwined
Our eyelines longing to connect but
Our brains are restless and afraid
Modest rapture spreads like a plague
We let it fluster and slowly fade

I'm gone I'll take my sense of direction
And maybe I'll stay gone forever
I'm gone I'll take my inclination
And maybe I'll stay gone forever
I'm gone I'll take my strong connections
And maybe I'll stay gone forever
I'm gone I'll take my best ideas
And maybe I'll stay gone forever

3, 4, dismissal chills me to my core
Maybe I'm right, maybe fidelity is obsolete
Maybe we confuse love for remission
Or complacency for defeat
Maybe solitude will bring you nothing but
Devotion always brings despair
I see the words on the wall as the answer
The answer to a prayer
I never pray for nothing
I don't pray for anything
I don't pray for anything