Lyrics:

My brown eyes, two pools of mud
Resting in two dark moons, they turn the tide into a flood
And the bloodshot lines in the whites, map every A road in this town,
All the glare of the city lights, every cul de sac we've talked down
Over time they build up the city, and our arguments show it all
Every ring road, every motorway, displayed in crease and wrinkle
Until my face is a map you have folded up one hundred, one thousand times.

You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,
And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts

Your blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seas
As the salt elevates my body, they float my heart up past my teeth
And with the water and the Cypriot sun, would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?
Would it fix the pallor of my skin? Would my freckles all meld into one?
Your body above me, sobbing down, my cheeks wet from your tears
They extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my ears
Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canals

And life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far
Between my waterfalls and your landslides, there's cartography in every scar
Life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by far