 But in each other's shadow, we grew less and less tall. And eventually, our theories couldn't explain it all. And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall. And when we leave, the landlord will come and paint over it all. And I'm walking out in the rain, and I am listening to the low moan. The dial tone again, and I am getting nowhere with you. And I can't let it go, and I can't get out.