In a twilight room they're fighting again   Like two plates of the Earth scraping   Looking through a pane where the air's rushing in   Is it summer or winter again?      On a bed on top of the sheets   In our room that smells like the sea   You will take your body like a saw to me   Living here at the end of the world      People walking hand in hand   Back at home sleeping till dawn   It's the time of day when you can be near   Almost anything