Trains and school busses
Sidewalks and narrow streets
I'm still getting used to
The landscape of a city

Talking quietly of anything with you
Your face in the lamplight
I wanna frame it

I used to cover my ears
It took my years to believe
I could be quiet and still uncompromising

Talking quietly of anything with you
Soup on the stove
Tonight there is a moat around us

Music under the door
We're not old but we're getting older
What will we keep on our coffee tables?
We're getting older