So after all is said and done   We're still not that much further   From the place that this began   But I still think we're perfect   Just to be 'perfect' is to be stupid   And I'm stupidly in love   I'm so in love      So baby, hold your palms   Four inches from your eyes   I know our paths will come to an end   At the same town and time   I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine      So, Angharad, you're sleeping   And this bedroom is freezing   Wind rattles your silver photo tree   I make hand puppets and shadows   With the light from the lamppost   That crawls up your walls from Larch Drive   I put my thumb to my thumb   And my forefingers together   I create a circle to make a halo in the shadows   And hold it above your shadow's head      So baby, hold your palms   Four inches from your eyes   I know our paths will come to an end   At the same town and time   I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine      No matter where you're walking   Your feet are always    Two steps ahead of your legs   You'll always be the second silver spoon   Needed to complete the set   You said you were lonely when he went home   But you'll never know   And you'll never be as lonely    As this useless second pillow   With which I share my bed      So baby, hold your palms   Four inches from your eyes   I know our paths will come to an end   At the same town and time   I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine