Ian:
Sitting in a room, waiting here for you nothing ever changes

Monica:
Sitting in a room, feeling all this gloom, hyping all this squages

Both:
Suddenly you're here beside me

Monica:
Haven't seen you in 3 years

Ian:
2 and ¾ but who the hell is counting

Monica:
Feel the tension mounting

Ian:
You're not throwing up in there?

Monica:
No, I don't do that anymore

Ian:
So glad it's true

Monica:
It's mad to see you

Both:
Suddenly you're here beside me
Sitting in a room

Monica:
I had this dream that I'm locked in a room
And I can't get out, I can't get out

Ian:
I have this dream I'm locked out a room
And I can't get in

Monica:
And I can't get out

Ian:
And I can't get in

Monica:
I can't get out

Ian:
Sitting in a room, waiting here for you, nothing ever changes

Monica:
Images of you, images of us
Rooms to grow, rooms to breathe in

Both:
Suddenly, you're here beside me
Same old to and fro
Like our first hello
All those rooms a-glow