He seemed so happy with his delicate hand

But all he needed was some fresh air

She seemed so happy with her delicate eyes

But all she needed was some drive 



Chorus:

Standing on the edge, she goes into her head

If he could just reach out

And cut this flame

He'd be okay, he'd be alright 



He plays this game like he's done it before

With open hands and with a step backwards

She plays this game like she's done it before

With open lips and with a sour face, and 



Chorus 



And he seemed so delicate

But all she needed was some time, and 



Chorus 



He cannot call for what he did last night

On rainy days he is the last one there

She cannot wait for the telephone to ring

On sunny days she is the first one to tan 



Standing on the edge

She goes back up into her head

If he could just reach out and cut this flame

He'd be okay, He'd be alright