The world and the delicate pair, Pull the wool over the great surveyor, And the wool was just a thread to make that great big ball. For the world had taken its time For the pair to make up their mind And the way they made it up made it time for them to go. The thought only brushed by Adam As its made its way to Eve. But the weight of their tiny decision Threw them right out of their league. What a place to walk out of, What a place to walk into... When the only thing you get out of it Is a memory that's holding you. Time fades and she forgets. Her eyes turn from lemons to charcoal briquettes. Adam dug the grave that night With every star watching in the sky. The thought only brushed by Adam As its made its way to Eve. But the weight of their tiny decision Threw them right out of their league. What a place to walk out of, (What a place...) What a place to walk into... (What a place...) When the only thing you get out of it (What a place...) Is a memory that's holding you. The thought never once brushed by you As it made its way to me. And our thousand tiny decisions Knocked us right off of our feet. Knocking us right out of, Knocking us right into... The thing we were once proud of, Is now the thing that we want to lose Our minds clear and we forget Every last little possession and small trinket Of the way things used to be In the days you were here with me.