tiny little cabin in the sky
 now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry:
 we were guilty and we were bitter
 (I must admit I said a few things  but...)
 i'm still attracted to you
 sorry we've been so cold  so
 eight miles high and three hours to landing
 god  your hair smells really great
 i'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend
 we have to get to the cinematheque
 we're not alone but no one speaks english, so we're free
 to look into each other's minds
 and see what we're thinking like we always used to
 i miss talking to you
 but you never draw me out so
 cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars
 i reserve the right to hold my grudges
 friends like you, you know the rest
 but all told, i hold on to my anger far too long
 until it's a joke
 the night is cold
 the joke is old
 (and poorly told, i told you once)
 i'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend,
 no one to keep up appearances for
 now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first;
 the desperate need to be together
 must've been good for something, sugar
 i'm still attracted to you
 no one's making us do what we're supposed to
 so lie here in my arms
 lie here in my arms