Old Highs New Lows Lyrics - District Line - Bob Mould

We lock the gaze tightly upon each other 

No others come near, no others come between 

As you remain beside me, muted and studying 

In beauty and radiant heat 

I will write the words I want to hear you say 

On a page torn from my diary 

I'll hand you the sacred text 

And wait for you to place it 

Across the hole in my heart 

Smoothing the edges from the center 

Affixing it in place with sugar, water and saliva 

I want you to read these words to me every day 

And this is where the thought resides 

Stuck upon my heart on the outside 

I am speechless in your beauty 

You are flawless in my eyes 

As your eyes show my reflection 

I try to ignore the decay 

Listen harder to the tone 

The pitch of your broad chest 

As it exhales into mine 

Old highs new lows 

Ain't that how life goes?