Babe, it feels like it's all happened
 
 Twenty-three years of the same
 
 And I'm sorry 'bout this morning
 
 For the damage I will pay
 
  
  All the mirrors face the walls and
 
 I wake just to long for bed
 
 Love what's got you so down low?
 
 The saddest tongue is in your head
  
 
 I forget the thrill of lies
 
 The truth escaping through the eyes, now
 
 You use voices on the phone
 
 That once were spent on me
  
 
 The world has changed beyond our doorstep
 
 People talk and dress so strange
 
 I don't know a neighbour's name
 
 And all of life is rearranged
  
 
 Nice to know that you're still caring
 
 Well enough to raise your voice
 
 But if we must bring up the past then
 
 Please don't speak to me of choice
  
 
 Across the way moved in a pair
 
 With passion in its prime
 
 Maybe they look through to us
 
 And hope that's them in time