We sleep in a heap on the floor   Our bodies are declaring war   Keep our eyes peeled on the door      My body it lies like an arch   Like a bridge over yours in the dark   And our hands they are tangled in two   They're tangled into one      And I lie like a dead deer   And I'm down in the cedars   And you lie through your clenched teeth   With your maps, you retreater      And we talk through a mail truck   That is lost in our bad luck   And you talk like a factory   Blowing smoke and interrupting me      Well I guess this is it   We turn into dust   Those things that we did   Well we can never go back   Guess we fade into black      And I know that you're dying   By the way that you're lying   And you stand like a dead tree   With your leaves falling on me   Took a backseat to an old me   Took a deep breath when you told me   That you'd change you just to hold me