He's an angle
She's a tangent
There's some flowers on the bathroom floor
He's a clicktrack, now she makes a flashback He's a liquid He's a laugh
She's a graph
He wears a sticky white shirt and tie
In those viscose clothes, his watch hand glows He's a liquid She's elusive
He's adhesive
He's a trickle down a falling wall
They get married too much, she's a soft touch He's a liquid He pulls
She pushed
They read The Bible about the flood
She draws the curtains, 'cause now she's certain He's a liquid