One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. And after all this time, I still wake up on you and I. And it can't be just the power lines from your house to mine that keeps your heart wide to my chest. Like it's always been, almost like it used to be. Underneath the power lines in the August heat I didn't have to dream you next to me. Dream you next to me. Even after all this time, I still wake up on you and I. And it can't be just the power lines from your house to mine that keeps my heart wide to your chest. Like it's always been, almost like it used to be. Underneath the power lines in the August heat where I didn't have to dream you next to me. Dream you next to me. Dream you next to me.