I've got a loveseat with a front beam cracked and broken   I've got some things to say to you that are better left unspoken   Maybe we could lean together, try to share some warmth   Can't go back to what it was or say that we weren't warned      I've got a handfull of the   Day's hours left to go before   I fall dead asleep and   Then head off to work once more      Maybe we could lie together staring straight ahead   Lines of vision parallel, they'll never intersect      At the end of the night and the inevitable flight   Where we both finally realize we can't get this right   Even if it crumbles by the breaking light of day   It'll be ok      I've got a little bit of time to try to sort it out   When it's stolen by a random nothing it only fuels the doubt   That we're holding things together   By the trite-est of cliches