Ever loved have lost somebody to it
But you try to go on, oh
And I love you still, 
But it just sends me spinning

Try to be somebody that you aren't but
You give it a go, oh
It's the sound of faith, in your mercy head

As time close, all your independence is strangled
We are furniture
She doesn't see me, I don't see her

I spend half the seconds half my days
In these lady's clothes
The people show me, trouble
And I'm so tired, of the rhythm and the problems
Of our daily lives

As time is gone, we are furniture
She doesn't see me, I don't see her
We are furniture, 
She doesn't see me, I don't see her, her, her
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, 

We are furniture, we are furniture, 
We are furniture, we are furniture
We are furniture, we are furniture.