I wake up every morning

I hear your feet on the stairs

You're in the next apartment

I hear you singing over there

This groove is out of fashion

These beats are 20 years old

I saw you lend a hand to

The ones out standing in the cold

Put on your socks and mittens

It's getting colder tonight

A snowball in my kitchen

I watched it melt before my eyes

I know you'll figure it out

The rising of the verses

A change of key will let you out

Though they're slightly out of fashion

I see the music in your face

That your words cannot explain

We're not alone