You can live alone with me In a house like a motion picture scene Motor oil stains gathered In the driveway Bits and pieces of our cars Littering the yard And cat in the nieghbor's trash I'm selling back My black-market-dictionary Full of pictures and symbols ...there were no words When I drive up You'll be in your swing We'll laugh about things That we know nothing about But we laugh anyway And you'll stay Just the way that you are When I drive up you'll be in our swing I'm selling back My black-market-dictionary Full of pictures and symbols ...there were no words