When the markets crashed, we lay in bed Told stories of love and loss What we could get, what we never had Games and promises, mouse and cat Madame O.! Nothing's so true like the backsides of your knees We're not dead, we just sometimes forget to breathe In our bed and on the floor The night went mad, then left offshore Look, o, look how high we are! I'll never descend, never gonna part Madame O.! Nothing's so true like the backsides of your knees We're not dead, we just sometimes forget to breathe