Lyrics:

Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love
And a flickering glimmer of sweat gathers
Into a pool in her palm from a well in her wrist

And the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight

There's a shimmering vision by the window pane
A cellophane figure speaking in tongues from above
And there's the curve of a stone and there's the crest of a wave
There are the lips that cracked and the sound that they made

And the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight, too tight

Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love
And the grass spills out and catches a flame
And the trees stand up and scream their blissfulness

But the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight, too tight
Too tight, too tight, too tight, too tight