Just us and the two flies on the wall
They´re ours and we call them beautiful
And we are the weather and we are the pain
Never alone and never the same

Your legs stick out like sycamore trees
I feel them grow when we´re asleep
It´s something to hold and something to keep
Take what you have and give it to me

´Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
´Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
´Cause I move, you move
I choose, you choose
And I move, you move
I choose, you choose

Just us and the two flies on the wall
I do believe in miracles