I got used to seein' you around,
when you used to sing in the depths of the radio static,
against all-waves will, this lyric will be heard.
So it's a little less profound than you though it'd been,
drunk as sin on the familiar couch.
We're watching like a film-class requirement, images moving
but blocking out the sound. And if you listen for a heart beating,
then when you're wakin' up,
I won't be found.