Foxtrot
Dance around the room
I gotcha, and babe you got me too

What are we doing
Honey?


Wake up
Open up the blinds.
The sun's out, let it in your eyes

We could be happy
Honey.


But all our sins take up too much space.

Speak up

Try to make some sense
It feels good to get it off your chest
I'm trying to be honest

Honey.

Break up

Let's tear it all apart and maybe get back to where
We started because this is getting harder honey
It's getting so much harder because

All our sins take up too much space.

We both feel like paper sheets spread flat across each others knees

If crumpled, folded, torn
Or creased the lines would last permanently.


Foxtrot
Take me by the hand
I gotcha

I could be your man
What are we doing
Honey?