I see you getting fit
I can't make sense of it
At night, you roll up your jeans
And pull on your velveteen tonight
You're on the stairs
What are you doing there?
Take off your lethargy and down the bannister you slide

Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be me
Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be

A closetful of lace acquired recently
Who am I, to debase in this economy?
Is she a perfect ten?
Have you found Christ again?
You tell me you don't have the time to cop to it
And vanish in the night

Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be me
Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be me

You fell away and I know how it all boils down
You hesitate maintain charade
And I fall to the bottle the bottom again
We used to tell each other everything
And now we're passing ships in night
We used to tell each other all the lies
And in a fairly civil way
Whatever gets you through the night

Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be me
Who is she?
Because I know that it can't be me

Who is she?
'Cause I know that it can't be me
I know that it can't be me
I, I know that it can't be me
(Who is she?)
I know that it can't be me
I know that it can't be