That was one handshake drained of life
Said the hangman to his wife
And when he sleeps, I don't want to know his dreams
So you finally made your choice
You lost your heart and found your voice
And at long last everything's just what it seems

So there's a supernova in your stomach
Like getting punished for a lie you'd never tell
You [bad word] in all those messed up memories
While for me it's just another perfect day in [bad word] 
Well, it's no use, this summer's gone
'cause nothing good will just go on
It's still the bones that tell us all about the flesh
But how can something so alive
Turn into Europe '45
How did those papers just wind up in the trash?

Still the old phone sits on those letters that you sent me
And my home feels like a highway side motel
So for you it's like the end of a vacation
While for me it's just another perfect day in [bad word] 
And to you it's back to some unfinished business
While for me it's writing something I can't spell
Guess your diary's a masterpiece
Of something I can't grasp
And the sun ignites another perfect day in [bad word]