The house across the street's been playing your favourite song I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it You sense something's off I'm bored Are you too? Am I bored of you? A stolen glance An open arm A disco ball lights a weathered porch A tender touch A crooked frame Holds a washed out photo of a teenage flame A corded phone Left hanging low The flashing glow of an answerphone A life lived full With tales so tall I see it now At curtain call The house across the street's been playing your favourite song I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it You sense something's off I'm bored Are you too? Am I bored of you? You know, I haven't slept for days I reckon I should get that checked some day Those window panes show all the things I'm not Sometimes it's worse to stay than run The house across the street's been playing your favourite song I tried to dance but my feet won't fake it You sense something's off I'm bored Are you too? Am I bored of you? Of you Of you Of you (fake it!) Aren't you?