Our most convenient hour is when I'm having car trouble And I must then depend upon your plans We drive together by demand How can I ever be ornery doing your laundry? I imagine you slipping into every garment Walking a clothesline over the carpet Our most productive hour is the one before we gotta go And a relationship grounded in logic is bound to make sense But prone to growing old How could we ever be off base Getting stoned in the crawl space We imagine the locked door Turning to chocolate We are eating our way out of every problem Break my routine in your hands Over and over again Our most romantic hour is when the power goes out If this is what it's like to live off the grid I think that I could tough it out I'm gonna make you an offer Can I boil your water? I imagine you stepping into a washtub Under the night sky in the middle of august Break my routine in your hands Over and over again