You are the hole in my headI am the pain in your neckYou are the lump in my throatI am the aching in your heartWe are tangledWe are stolenWe are living where things are hiddenYou are something in my eyeI am the shiver down your spineYou are on the lick of my lipsAnd I am on the tip of your tongueWe are tangledWe are stolenWe are buried up to our necks in sandWe are luckWe are fateWe are the feeling you get in the Golden StateWe are loveWe are hateWe are the feeling I get when you walk awayWalk awayYou are the dream in my nightmareI am that falling sensationYou are not needles and pillsI am your hangover morningWe are tangledWe are stolenWe are living where things are hiddenWe are luckWe are fateWe are the feeling you get in the Golden StateWe are loveWe are hateWe are the feeling I get when you walk awayWalk awayWalk awayYou are the hole in my headYou are the lump in my throatYou are the pain in my neckI am the aching in your heart