The two of us We're picking at the bones Shot scenes for old Whoa I'm sold That face I know It's stuck in my old skull Please be all mine Whoa Walk on Walk on Walk on Walk on City won't go The two of us should fold The kings have all gone Whoa Take off your clothes Till I am whole I take it all Through shadows I suppose They cover oceans Whoa, oh, oh, oh City won't go You'll see, it's all too cold I'm just a black hole Whoa Inside Inside