Me and L, we lay on riverbeds together,
Inside ourselves, when the world just doesn't get it anymore
And L is sure that we can take bamboos –
To form a breathing tube to all the air beyond,
So we won't drown,
But then we do.
She says I'll never have enough
Money to buy poor people's dreams
They're made of nothing and well, I
Can never have that, so it seems
Cause I have her, and boy, that's plenty.
So late tonight, when we’re on riverbeds again,
Inside each other and the world just isn’t getting it no more,
L will whisper we can take bamboos –
We’ll make ourselves a great long straw, and blow
The universe apart;
and so we do.