Lyrics:

trains and school busses
sidewalks and narrow streets
i'm still getting used to
the landscape of a city

talking quietly of anything with you
your face in the lamplight,
i wanna frame it

i used to cover my ears
it took my years to believe
i could be quiet and still uncompromising

talking quietly of anything with you
soup on the stove
tonight there is a moat around us

music under the door,
we're not old but we're getting older
what will we keep on our coffee tables?
we're getting older