If these walls could talk
I’d defer to the furniture
The piano, the table, the bed that we both sleep in
These constant silent messengers
‘Cause there’s a story at the bottom of each fingerprint
That these disregarded artifacts collect
And if we boil down these documented memories
I have a feeling we should know what to expect
You were right on time
Out of nowhere
Right on time
And all I need
If they won’t talk
I’ll investigate a formula
Figures, equations, details of our union
The edges of the nebula
At the end of such a long and noble sacrifice
All that’s left is to submit my full report
I’ll have turned all of my hunches into certainties
That will confirm what I already knew before
You were right on time
And out of nowhere
Right on time
And all I need
So I stumble to the steet back from the alleyway
Everyone can see I’m bleeding through my shirt
Now I’m describing all my shooter’s features carefully
And I start to realize just how badly I’ve been hurt
You were right on time
And out of nowhere
You were right on time
And all I need