Just us and the two flies on the wall
They're ours and we call them beautiful
And we are the weather and we are the pain
Never alone and never the same
Your legs stick out like sycamore trees
I feel them grow when we're asleep
It's something to hold and something to keep
Take what you have and give it to me
'Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
'Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
'Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
And I move, you move
I choose, you choose
Just us and the two flies on the wall
I do believe in miracles
