Now you've had your funnGo wake up your sonnIt's time to movennAnna's fingers passnOver etchings in her glassnTo make it newnnWe have been chewing the white plasticnThat covers the black wirenAnd we have found electrocution suits us just finennMonday you were freenYou called me and we went to the zoonnWe kissed on the stairsnThat led to the panda bearsnAnd called it truennWe sat it in my car and we wonderednWhere our love had gonenThe radio cut all your words and hid them from usnnWe stayed too longnOur words fit together all wrongnOur looks and our shapes are all gonenWe're asleep with the television on