In the race to get out of this place
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon
You're accusing, you say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here
I'm not on the moon
But I'm leaving so soon
So don't presume to know shit about me
'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next
And I don't pose perplexities purposely
This isn't a game, this isn't a test

So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks, but we know this is love

Nine am to the beat of a drum
As we drive through the canyon
I'm feeling the hum of the engine
My head and my heart are a-swim : will your cat be ok?
Your wife was she in?
Your wife, is she in???
'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you
When you won't really tell me until I beg you to
But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing
It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings...
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love

I like that we argue
But not everyday
Your scent in a room
And the way that you say 'color' not 'colour'

What colour today?
It's grey, grey, it's grey

So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love