And then some

I've maxed my cards
we'll need groceries

but you should come out
if only for the weekend

dialogue doesn’t stop
it's never boring to me

I rely on our friendship
to get through these evenings

when the world outside 
looks dangerous and ugly

we're saved by the thought
we've got nothing worth stealing

got a new recipe
saved you some books

of course we'll sing
despite these moods

I need to set you straight
you'll tell me a thing or two

our hearts can't bear another year
without me and you

Splitting Ourselves

Splitting Ourselves

half of us are afraid
wanting to be strong when things go down

half of us never made
dreams come true we want it now

half of us resort to blame
demanding a right to make bigger mistakes

half of us don't feel ashamed
refusing science we follow our hearts

which half of us
inside or outside
top or bottom

which half of us
brothers or sisters
sober or drunken

in our heads or hearts
with lottery tickets
at work on the weekend
in bed and churches

all of us explain
reasons and motives up to a point

the point up to the pain
in front our lives we feel lonely and lost

all of us need the same thing
someone who gets us gets us all night

in the meantime we're angry
if anyone else feels satisfied

(and there's a whole lot of pain
when we split ourselves up)