She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like Braille to the night
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke
Why should I care?

The clock is set to nine, but you know you're gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate

She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves
She doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me, babycakes, 'cause I like to be hooked

The clock is set to nine, but you know you're gonna make it eight
All the people that you've loved, they're bound to leave some keepsakes
I've been swinging all this time, think it's time I learned you way
I picture you and me together in the jungle, it will be okay
I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight

It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mind
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It's like learning a new language
You come here to me
We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me

She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal