He's an angle
She's a tangent
There's some flowers on the bathroom floor
He's a clicktrack
Now she makes a flashback
He's a liquid
He's a laugh
She's a graph
He wears a sticky white shirt and tie
In those viscous clothes
His watch hand glows
He's a liquid
She's elusive
He's adhesive
He's a trickle down a falling wall
They get married too much
She's a soft touch
He's a liquid
He pulls
She pushed
They read The Bible about the flood
She draws the curtains
'cause now she's certain
He's a liquid
