His and Hers

You just don’t care
That she wants you alone
Ain’t no Brooklyn train
Is gonna take you home
You grab her hip
And cough up, up ,up, your name
Slide slide one two
Over disco fours
To define a tongue which was never yours
And who gives damn
She’s all the same

My hands are tied
You might as well just cut me from it
Beneath the night
So timidly we care, we’ll want it
Don’t sleep so late
I wanna watch you rise up from it

I got news and you’ve got few
I’ve got plans on how we’ve all got plans

22 years, 20 more broken laws
Station to station under the latest cause
21 storms, 21 rising walls
You’re my four corners
You’re the weather of love

My hands are tied
You might as well just cut me from it
Beneath the night
so timidly we care, we’ll want it
Don’t sleep so late
I wanna watch you rise up from it
(You’ve got me running up your stairs – you have me walking back down your stairs)

My hands are tied
You might as well just cut me from it
Beneath the night
So timidly we care, we’ll want it
Don’t sleep so late
I wanna watch you rise up from it

I got news and you’ve got few
I’ve got plans on how we’ve all got plans