In a twilight room they're fighting againnLike two plates of the Earth scrapingnLooking through a pane where the air's rushing innIs it summer or winter again?nnOn a bed on top of the sheetsnIn our room that smells like the seanYou will take your body like a saw to menLiving here at the end of the worldnnPeople walking hand in handnBack at home sleeping till dawnnIt's the time of day when you can be nearnAlmost anything