Lyrics:

Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas
You looked up from your little corner
And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter
And you asked me 'Is it really getting warmer
Or is it just me?'
And then you started mumbling unintelligibly
So what are you saying anyway?

I thought I heard bells ringing
But then I remembered that I no longer knew what bells sounded like
I thought maybe we'd strike up a conversation
'till bad luck cruised by on his ten-speed bike

I got real cold
And I grabbed my coat
And I saw that the ringing was coming from your throat
What are you saying anyway?