She took down the pictures and lovingly
Placed them in a box and stowed them away
But she won’t ever forget where they are
And where they’re going to stay
In the hopes that maybe someday
She has a reason to put them back
On the mantle and in the foyer

He took down the film canister and
Opened it up and poured the contents out
And when he realized what he was doing
He began to feel pangs of doubt
As to what this was all about
If his premonitions could justify
Heading down this route

They smile so brightly and shrug it all off
But it runs deeper than they’d care to admit
And there is no avoiding the undeniable
Inescapable fact that they've hit

Rock bottom and they’re anchored there
Rock bottom and running out of air
And they don’t seem to understand
That soon they will be drowned, since they’ve hit
Rock bottom and they’re anchored there
Rock bottom and running out of air
And they’re digging themselves a trench
That goes six feet underground

She cleaned out the studio
Apartment and cleared it of all of her things
But as she turned the car’s ignition
She felt an omnipresent sting
And every time the telephone rings
She fears the eventual discussion
Of all of their sufferings

And he stays at home and contemplates his next move
Like a chess game he’s ready to quit
And he knows she’ll never find another like him,
And he knows there’s no one in the world like him,
And he knows not of what he plans to do,
But he knows exactly what he should do,
And he knows someday that he is going to die,
And he knows someday everyone is going to die,
And he knows that when it is said and done, he’s hit-