the clouds move between you and me and New York City the song gets fuzzy on the AM radio tucked underneath the pillow
I move my fingers slow across the frequencies and try to dial in the sound to drown the noise out and stop the world from falling how it anchors me now
half the verse it disappears in the static and the haze (what a lifetime we have) and the second refrain gets lost in the rain but that's the magic and mystery that's how we fall in love
we worship God together and worship us alone as we kneel at the bed you turn the light out and say good night out loud what a lifetime we have
so when you're old and broken down and you can't conjure up a sound don't despair, my darling the tubes will glow and fill the room with the scent of burning dust that's the lifetime we have
