Two great people that we could have been
Late one night on a river of sin
We set out to locate them alone
Digging your way out
Digging your way out
Digging your way out
You're scratching me all up
Devil in the woods
Trash in the basement
Cats in the alley
And the signs are pointing nowhere
Digging your way out
Digging your way out
Digging your way out
You're scratching me all up
Well I've seen true love before
On the balconies
In the corridors
I've heard love made through apartment floors
In the town where I grew up
Behind your eyes
Under your skin
Mixed in your blood
Where does it come from
Where does it go