Second Hand Lovers

Oren Lavie

Listening to music 
We’ve heard once before 
You take your shirt off 
You drop on the floor 
Then you crawl to the bedroom 
But you stop at the door 
Conversations grow old 
You and I 
We have not said a word 
In a while 
I’m losing my humor 
You’re losing your smile 
And the night portrays us 
The moon betrays us 
And the dark uncovers us 
And under the covers 
Lying second hand lovers 
Tonight 
Seasons and sorrows 
And pictures we took 
You’ll start smoking 
I’m reading a book 
I’m losing my vision, 
You’re losing your looks 
And the music 
Plays bitter, plays sweet 
You let your hair down 
And roll off your seat 
And you crawl to the bed, 
but you stop at its feet 
And the night portrays us 
The moon betrays us 
And the dark uncovers us 
And under the covers 
Lying second hand lovers 
Tonight 
Something about my voice 
Reminds you of 
Something I used to say 
You used to love 
And the night portrays us 
The piano plays us 
And the dark uncovers us 
And under the covers 
Lying second hand lovers 
Tonight