We go to bed and you fall asleep
Fall asleep, not me
We go to bed and I lie awake
Lie awake and float out the window and down the street
Over the bridge and into the village for a little break from me, meaning us
I float away and you disappear, disappear
Some pretty young villager takes my hand
Leads me to more pretty young villagers forming a ring
Forming a ring around a bonfire built on a line in the sand between me and us
Am I lost?
Have I lost, have they thrown me on the fire?
There to dance in the flames, far enough from you to wonder
If me still means us
She leads me to the end of the night
A boyfriend of hers is there
You're on his arm but our eyes don't meet
Eyes don't meet 'cause we only have eyes for fueling the fire
Being melted down, reformed in the image of wilder things
Wilder things than us
Are we lost?
Have we lost, have they thrown us on the fire?
There to dance in the flames, far enough from one another
We fed them to the flames but they're just getting colder and colder
The boy's at least half again as selfish and the girl's feeling a day older per hour
But there's no help for them now
'Cause together looks good when you're alone looks good when you're together
And it takes a village older and less inclined to say which is better to say which would be better