Termites

The man at the hardware store says termites are bound to eat this house It's only natural, it's really just a matter of time before it falls But these walls don't look like real wood I hope my bedroom tastes good You say it's all for the best I find it hard to digest The things you miss when you're sleeping Hanging up on the wall The things you miss when you're sleeping Never happen at all In your own bed In your own bed Every bright thing begins and ends You add up the things we've got They're not worth much but they weigh a lot And could do some real damage if you got them moving Only clean what's dirty, yeah you only clean what's dirty Everything else is soft in stride You say that's more than we got I like to think that it's not The things you miss when you're sleeping Hanging up on the wall The things you miss when you're sleeping Never happen at all In your own bed In your own bed Every bright thing begins and ends But then again It's all soft and in stride It's all soft and in stride You've got the rhythm all wrong Your lungs are smaller than mine But every third breath around We inhale at the same time And the termites can have this house Cause they're just doing their job They're just doing their job And it's so nice to see that Yeah, you never really see that anymore Never see that anymore They're just doing their job They're just doing their job In your own bed In your own bed Every bright thing begins and ends