The Microphones
Wires and Cords
[Verse]
Once in a while I wake up
I step all around the pieces on the floor
Wires and cords, and records, and tapes
Left over from a party last night I had all by myself
Every single bit of it, left on a tape I made
And I'll find it one day washed out in your head
We’ll be holding hands with nothing in the air
We’ll have our own wires and cords, and I’ll hear what you say
Then you’ll hear me too, every single moment that I spend with you
I’ll put on a tape to find one day and cut it into endless loops
And get some nice headphones
I walk around the town I live, listening to you
Drooling and melting about the way we used to fight
Hopping around on the floor from the party from last night
Cracking records, microphones, and losing teeth
I'll find a tape that I made of you and walk around
Listening to your voice in headphones
And that will be the gem of our relationship
I'll hear what you say and you'll hear me too