Whirling Words

We've been on this bench for hours The pigeons probably think we're dead But let me tell you one thing I'm pretty sure my heart's still beating And it's only our relationship That cannot breathe How many ways can I say it? And how many ways can we break this? No matter, you hear with your ears And fragile as we are, I lost count this year I can't say what you can hear It's not a mathematical exchange It's telephone for lovers Telephone for lovers Simply the most horrible Most truly awful game How many ways can I say it? And how many ways can we break this? No matter, you hear with your ears and fragile as we are, I lost count this year We'll sit on this bench more hours And passerby will probably call us strange But what to do but stay and struggle? Nothing but to stay and spin And this might not even truly be A game that we can win How many ways can I say it? And how many ways can we break this? No matter, you hear with your ears and fragile as we are, I lost count this year