So after all is said and done
We're still not that much further
From the place that this began

But I still think we're perfect
Just to be perfect is to be stupid
And I'm stupidly in love

I'm so in love

So baby, hold your palms

Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time

I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine

You're sleeping

And this bedroom is freezing
Wind rattles your silver photo tree
I make hand puppets and shadows

With the light from the lamppost
That crawls up your walls from Large Drive
I put my thumb to my thumb

And my forefingers together
I create a circle to make a halo in the shadows
And hold it above your shadow's head


So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes

I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine


No matter where you're walking
Your feet are always

Two steps ahead of your legs
You'll always be the second silver spoon
Needed to complete the set

You said you were lonely when he went home
But you'll never know
And you'll never be as lonely

As this useless second pillow
With which I share my bed


So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end

At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine