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.
Cause 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.
Oh, 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 is 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 is a wonderful thing.
It is a sudden found joy... teh strangeness it bring...

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.
The way that you say colour, not colour.
What colour today?
It is grey. Grey. It is grey.

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