They even looked at each other once across a crowded bar
He was with Martha, she was with Tom
Neither of them really knew what was going on
Strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
and staying that way forever
Most of the time it was just near misses
Air kisses, once at a bookstore, once at a party
She came in as he was leaving
And years ago at the movies, she sat behind him
A 630 showing of While You Were Sleeping
He never once looked around
Its so easy from above
You can really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But theres nothing to be done for them
It doesnt work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk past them every day, oh no
And its not like they were ever actually unhappy in the lives they lived
He married Martha, she married Tom
Just this vague notion that something was wrong
A naked absence, a phantom limb
An itch that could never be scratched
Neither of them knew what was going on
A strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
And staying that way forever
Who knows whether thats how it should be
Maybe our ghosts live in that vacancy
Maybe thats how books get written
Maybe thats why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones
Maybe thats how books get written
Maybe thats why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones x2