His head was a city of paper buildings

And the echoes that remained

Of old friends and lovers, their features bleeding

Together in his brain, oh-oh-oh

And once it started, it was harder to

Tell them apart, oh-oh-oh

And he was always distracted by the very mention

Of an open door, oh-oh-oh

Because he had sworn

The television was snowing softly

As she hunted for her keys

She said she never envisioned him the type of person

Capable of such deceit, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

And then they carried on like long division

As it was clear with every page

Oh, that they were further away

From a solution that would play

And he had sworn