In our house, halfway up the junction hill By the radio tower lights Our lives Pass before our eyes Both day and night Day and night In our bed, glowing in the city night Hear the chirping in the yard And our hearts Are moving thru the dark They stop and start Stop and start There's the singer on the brink Who's got the going songs There's the little man Who keeps the temple cold The things we know The sides we show Standing in the gateway, halfway home Smell of thyme and sage behind the stage And the place is soft and thin Where we bring The broken little things We go out And in Out and in In your eyes the blackness of a thirsty well I'm reeling headlong for the pool You turn You pull me to the blue I live in you Live of you There's your watcher by the curtain With his medicine There's my driver in the distance With his gold The things we know Away they go Rushing through the gateway, halfway home