Lyrics:

Dance record from before I was born on the stereo
Playing last rights for my late nights;
All of my evenings and all of my every days
And all of my, all of my, every days

No business in the same place;
Coffee, scrambled eggs
Starting our separate ways
Now starting our separate days
And starting are our separate, separate, separate days

Why did ever we part and give back our hands?
Why did we ever part?

By the time you read this
This house will have changed hands one more time again
So wherever you are
Dialing up friends on someone else's telephone
In somebody else's home
In somebody else's, someone else's home

Why did ever we part and give back our hands?
Why did we ever part?

And all of my every, every, every days, all of my every days

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Nothing but wear between all of my everythings [x3]

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Nothing but wear between all of my everythings