Whirling Words Lyrics

We've been on this bench for hours

The pigeons probably think we're dead

But let me tell you one thing

I'm pretty sure my heart's still beating

And it's only our relationship

That cannot breathe

How many ways can I say it?

And how many ways can we break this?

No matter, you hear with your ears

And fragile as we are, I lost count this year

I can't say what you can hear

It's not a mathematical exchange

It's telephone for lovers

Telephone for lovers

Simply the most horrible

Most truly awful game

How many ways can I say it?

And how many ways can we break this?

No matter, you hear with your ears

and fragile as we are, I lost count this year

We'll sit on this bench more hours

And passerby will probably call us strange

But what to do but stay and struggle?

Nothing but to stay and spin

And this might not even truly be

A game that we can win

How many ways can I say it?

And how many ways can we break this?

No matter, you hear with your ears

and fragile as we are, I lost count this year