| She goes to bed early and he goes to bed late | 
| And it’s been that way for weeks now | 
| But she ain’t tired and he’s a dead weight | 
| The room’s cold as he stares the screen down | 
| The bed’s warm so she kicks her feet out | 
| Through the wall she can hear the ads break | 
| She’s half awake and he’s half asleep | 
| And she floats through the depth of his headspace | 
| And the bed frame sings out | 
| As he lays she pretends she’s asleep | 
| He pretends he believes her | 
| He can tell by the way that she breathes that she isn’t | 
| So they lie in the darkness | 
| Sad thoughts fill the air like birthday balloons | 
| As they run away to separate dreams now | 
| Back to back, ten paces at noon | 
| And she don’t know that he knows it’s over | 
| Over | 
| And he don’t know that she knows it’s over | 
| Over | 
| They don’t fight much, tongue full of bite marks | 
| Eyes full of tired, smiles stay drawn on | 
| Forlorn figures pass in the hallway | 
| With no words exchanged and no foreplay | 
| No further games, it has all changed | 
| And the floor stays made out of egg shell | 
| Every question’s a riddle | 
| Once they had met in the middle | 
| Make camp on the edge now | 
| There’s a river in between them | 
| And it’s picking up speed as it deepens | 
| They don’t know where it will sweep them | 
| Afraid to know and they don’t wanna get their feet wet | 
| So they keep the same secret | 
| But they don’t know the other has the same one too | 
| Only free when they’re dreaming | 
| Back to back ten paces at noon | 
| Draw your line in the sand | 
| There’s no right side to stand | 
| Tell your lies, hide your plans | 
| There’s no right side to stand | 
| And she don’t know that he knows it’s over | 
| Over | 
| And he don’t know that she knows it’s over | 
| Over | 
| And now that space in between seems so far | 
| So far | 
| One little word it could bring them closure | 
| Over |