We only study on the hour
If we miss it by a minute, we go back to sleep
We wear our sheets around our shoulders
And our waists like we’re Romans

Do you see this room?
Yeah
Does it look the same?
Yeah, it does
Like, as it first did?
Yeah, of course

I guess I need to make money
For this hole-in-the-world
Where you love me

I trim the leaves on the kitchen plant
If you tried I know you could grow 'em back
With the remote or your cigarettes
The nails that we built this world with

Sometimes the wine takes a sec to sink in
The things you say in bed sound just like hymns
Your tennis skirt and games of chess
The nails that we built this world with

It disappears when the neighbours come over
Goes in the walls where they can’t find it

We only study on the hour
In a world for us only