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