You are the hole in my head 
 I am the pain in your neck 
 You are the lump in my throat 
 I am the aching in your heart 
 We are tangled 
 We are stolen 
 We are living where things are hidden 
    You are something in my eye 
 I am the shiver down your spine 
 You are on the lick of my lips 
 And I am on the tip of your tongue 
 We are tangled 
 We are stolen 
 We are buried up to our necks in sand   
 We are luck 
 We are fate 
 We are the feeling you get in the Golden State 
 We are love 
 We are hate 
 We are the feeling I get when you walk away 
 Walk away   
 You are the dream in my nightmare 
 I am that falling sensation 
 You are not needles and pills 
 I am your hangover morning 
 We are tangled 
 We are stolen 
 We are living where things are hidden   
 We are luck 
 We are fate 
 We are the feeling you get in the Golden State 
 We are love 
 We are hate 
 We are the feeling I get when you walk away 
 Walk away 
 Walk away   
 You are the hole in my head 
 You are the lump in my throat 
 You are the pain in my neck 
 I am the aching in your heart