Now Keely waits it out   Well she's only young enough for somethings   Healing the sick and dumb   In low on the radar, the smoking gun   We’re moving fast enough to function   Fast enough to function   Maybe it's me cuz   I seem to think in twos and threes      So find your open door   In through the skin-tight sound   And keep that love underground      Busy scenery   So transfixed on transparent things   An eye for her tiger a bee for her bloom   She crosses her fingers and crosses the room      So catch your salted tears   Before they hit the ground   And keep that love underground