Once in a while I wake up I step all around the pieces on the floor, Wires and cords, and records, and tapes Left over from a party last night I had all by myself Every single bit of it, left on a tape I made And I'll find it one day washed out in your bed We'll be holding hands with nothing in the air We'll have our own wires and cords, and I'll hear what you say Then you'll hear me too, every single month that I spend with you I'll put on a tape to find one day and cut it into (*?) And get some nice headphones I walk around the town I live, listening to you You me and about the way we used to fight I'll find a tape that I made of you and walk around listening to Your voice in headphones and that will be the gem of our relationship I'll hear what you say And you'll hear me too