On the front porch in oAnnotateur coats Catching colds through cigarettes Watching stray cats under cars Stop and star like silhouettes You're lighting matches just for fun And running fire along your thumb And once half the box is done I see you frown inside All your friends are cooped inside Making too much noise I think Staying warm and getting high Wiping sweat off plastic drinks There were two pair here in the afternoon Now there's a pile of shoes in the living room And if it comes to you it comes too soon You and me, we're doomed A giving tree and a gibbous moon Are the only things your house can grow And the people sitting in your living room Well, if they don't know you who do they know? Oh, planes are flying overhead All your neighbors in their dens Is it us or is it them? You ask me again So when the last one's gone and we're making love Is it hurting you like it's hurting me? To the know the things you can do without Are climbing up your family tree So when the lights are out and the house is dim And your friends have all been fast asleep Is it us or is it them? Is it you or is it me?