Lyrics:

Your house is my house
We're breaking it in this season
You're hanging your clothes up
Your mouth and my mouth
Are looking like puzzle pieces
Gimme a close up
Getting dressed and going out
And getting there and turning round
And driving back and running reds
And stumble in our house again
We barely make it through the door
The waves are crashing on the shore
We're floating sinking choking breathing
Love is such a stupid feeling

Your chairs and my couch
Yeah what a strange combination
They're always saying something
Day in and day out
We're caught up in conversation
Talking bout everything and nothing
Isn't it nice what we're becoming
Now we're spending nights and days and
Weeks and months and years and ages
Living loving crying sleeping
Doing dishes watching TV
Seeing through the contradiction
Something real in all the fiction
Floating sinking choking breathing
Love is such a stupid feeling

Such a stupid feeling
Floating sinking breathing
Loving crying sleeping
Such a stupid feeling