One two three four ♪ Hello everybody, what goes Whatever couch you're watching from Whatever city you're in We wish, we wish we with you But until then we're gonna be doing stuff like this But it means a lot you're doing this with me Hopefully we can make up f or our time apart ♪ One, two ♪ The separation was symmetrical They both retreated to their sides Trying out their separate lives Most of the damage was collateral But still inspired some debate On all the principles of why all the people, we love Are the same ones we can also hate You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Uh, yeah ♪ The separation was logistical Deciding what belongs to whom How dying love manifests in a rug or a chest The decorations of a room Every promise was negotiable Most of all, the ones they made alone What she finally forgave, what he'll take to his grave Learning how to not pick up the phone You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Uh, yeah ♪ The separation was a miracle The band of static right behind your eyes That you filter everything through without knowing you do A past and future synthesized You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Uh, yeah You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Uh, yeah