They had [bad word] to grips
And the pieces somehow fit
Could it be?
Yet something's lingering
“What is it?”

At first she had her eyes down staring at the floor
Uncertain, she lifted them to find the words
Shouting from the wall
Like a devil on her shoulder reading…

In case of fire, leave the area immediately
Avoid it, save yourself from any more grief
In case of fire, leave the area immediately
Avoid it, disappear but please don't jeopardize

“What is it? It's wearing me out asking this!” he said
“I refuse to be left in the dark
I've been ringing out every last drop
Ringing out everything I am
It's out for you
Everything I am
There's no disguise
Would you just [bad word] me this time?”

He always swore it was…
Swearing unconditional
And she's ready to call it off

“What is it? I'm getting so scared asking this.”