| What’s become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts |
| We say the lines but there’s no spark |
| We never miss a cue but it’s a passionless walk-through |
| I love you doesn’t mean so much when there’s no fire behind it It was just here I know it was, it must be hiding |
| Behind the door, inside the house |
| Between the pillows on the couch |
| Under the bed, up on some shelf |
| Behind these walls we built ourselves |
| It didn’t vanish in thin air |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| It ain’t like we don’t talk, it ain’t like we don’t walk the walk |
| We see our friends, we fool them all |
| We edit everything we say, I hate to think of us this way |
| The love we made was strong, remember just how sweet it tasted |
| It’s not really gone, we’ve only carelessly misplaced it Behind the door, inside the house |
| Between the pillows on the couch |
| Under the bed, up on some shelf |
| Behind these walls we built ourselves |
| It didn’t vanish in thin air |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| Well, it can’t be gone, it can’t be gone, it’s just |
| Behind the door, inside the house |
| Between the pillows on the couch |
| Under the bed, up on some shelf |
| Behind these walls we built ourselves |
| Under the sun behind the moon |
| From January until June |
| A promise made, a promise kept |
| Baby, let’s retrace our steps |
| Somewhere between hope and despair |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| It’s got to be here somewhere |