Noah And The Whale

Oh, and when will our heartbeats fall into two lines
And the click-clack of our boot heels beat out the same time
Oh, and when will your hand find itself in mine?
Oh, and when will your hand find itself in mine?
And though I don't know your real name
Your real age, or your shoe size
I will leave this bedroom chair
And this keyboard behind
And I will love you in reality and dreams
And I will love you in reality and dreams
And though it kills me to know
That when we are through
You go to your real lover
Who'll put real kisses on you
Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do
Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do