The sun goes down as she goes off in her rented space And the cornered room can't stave off this raid with any grace And her suitcase is her résumé and the evening's on repeat As she falls into the fresh embrace of another cotton sheet
Twenty minutes is all she needs and it's one-nil again Twenty seconds is all it takes before she can't pretend that
Day after day and she cannot escape the truth Her eyes won't lie, she's just not ready to be through And she prays that one day she'll know exactly what to do But she will not trade her afterglow... (for you)
The sun comes up as he goes off and blows a casual kiss But these toungue-tied walls bare witness to assumed domestic bliss
The hours write her diary she's breathing a cliché As she falls into the ins and outs of one more everyday...
It's time to stop keeping score We've all been there before And the price tag is always too high Struggling to find a home Searching with a fine tooth comb Yet it's always greener on the other side...