Eddie Vedder:
Oh 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 livin' where things are hidden
Natalie Maines:
You are something in my eye,

I am a 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,walk away
Eddie Vedder:

Well 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

Oh you are the hole in my head,
You are the lump in my throat
You are the ṗain in my neck

I am the aching in your heart