Me and L, we lay on riverbeds together,
Inside ourselves, when the world just doesn't get it
anymore
And L is sure that we can take bamboos -
Create a periscope, a tube to all the air beyond
So we won't drown, but then we do.

She says I'll never have enough
Money to buy poor people's dreams
Because they're made of nothing and well, I
Can never have that, so it seems
Cause I have her, and boy, that's plenty.

When L was twenty, she bought a grey guitar
When Adam Duritz told her to, and then she smashed it
Because she liked Pete Townsend better.
A thousand years much later, and we finally learn
That evolution can also cause us to act primitive.

So late tonight, when we're on riverbeds again,
Inside each other and the world just isn't getting it no
more,
L will whisper that we can take bamboos -
Create a great big straw, and blow
The universe apart; and so we do