Make It Up

It was a bad summer you said

You worked as a butcher in a yuppie store

And you'd go home to cheap beer and say

You didn't know what you stayed in the city for

And we were hog-tied to our demons

We just followed them around in a lonely haze

All through the swollen night time

And the hot hot hot of the week days

But then we're making dinner

And for once we stop bitching long enough

To hear the music and we dance

To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen

And we just made it up the way we wanted to

Nothing easier to do

There's a big moon in your window

And the noise from the guys downstairs

And it feels like your apartment

But outside could be anywhere

It could be Greece or San Francisco

Or Morocco or Madrid

And we could walk outside our lives

And do a thing we never did

It's like when we were making dinner

And for once we both stopped bitching long enough

To hear the music and we danced

To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen

And we just made it up the way we wanted to

Nothing easier to do

It's easy to complain about the dark of both eyes shut

Close our ears and then complain about the silence

Oh but then what is this light I see

The music that I hear around us

And could it be that it was always here

It's like when we were making dinner

And for once we both stopped bitching long enough to

Hear the music and we danced

To Leonard Cohen in the kitchen

And we just made it up the way we wanted to

Nothing easier

Nothing easier

Nothing easier to do