In the highest room that we could find where all the light streamed in
We took apart the final pieces of what might have been
Play the saxophone as loud as you can and I will play the drums
We’ll drink all night until we’re sick or until the morning comes
It’s time for us to fall apart, it’s time for us to go
It’s time to roll the tent and pull the stakes and close another show
This trunk is getting empty, you lose an object in each town
Things are thrown away without you knowing or buried underground
And you can’t go back to look for them because there’s never time
You keep track of your life and I’ll keep track of mine
You keep track of your lost life and I’ll keep track of mine

We were trapped up in the highest room when they came to look for us
We were drying our hair with a towel we shared between the two of us
They knocked on the door and called our name in a voice so soft but strong
They said, “we’ll wait some time for you to come but we will not wait long”
We breathed the last brief beat of freedom in as they waited by the door
Felt the heat of their quiet threats, duty bound to do some more
And so like the pitiable heroes we always dreamed to be
I set a flame to your blue dress and you set fire to me
And in that golden instant you and I were both divine
I was saving your life and you were saving mine
In the highest room
Beneath the bleeding moon
I was saving your sweet life
And you were saving mine