Tiny little cabin in the sky
Now were 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...)
Im still attracted to you
Sorry weve been so cold, so
Eight miles high and three hours to landing,
God, your hair smells really great
Im on a hovercraft to paris with my former best friend
We have to get to the cinematheque
Were not alone but no one speaks english, so were free
To look into each others minds
And see what were thinking like we always used to
I miss talking to you
But you never draw me out so
Cast off the ego scars and lets 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 its a joke
The night is cold
The joke is old
(and poorly told, I told you once)
Im on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend,
No one to keep up appearances for
Now were alone and we can remember how we felt at first;
The desperate need to be together
Mustve been good for something, sugar
Im still attracted to you
No ones making