"I see you shivering from the cold
You slip in front of me, in the queue
The people behind us staring
You get the privilege of being with me
Like I get the poetry in motion
Of your body next to mine
I believe in the way that you move
I believe in the way that you move
My mind is in the gutter
But I'm looking up the skirts of the stars
You wouldn't get it
Why does it matter how I treat you
When TV says the world is crushing down around us
The sadness that comes in the mornings will be washed away
You'll see to that, but how long will it last
I believe in the way that you move
I believe in the way that you've touched me somehow
I believe in the way that you move
I believe in the way that you move
The sadness that comes in the night times will fade away
You'll see to that, but how long will it last
Is it worse to smile falsely or to frown
I could've guessed but now I'm finding out
From the pleasures we define
Well, I'm sure we'll be fine
"