He's an angle
She's a tangent
There's some flowers on the bathroom floor
He's a clicktrack, now she makes a flashback

He's a liquid

He's a laugh
She's a graph
He wears a sticky white shirt and tie
In those viscose clothes, his watch hand glows

He's a liquid

She's elusive
He's adhesive
He's a trickle down a falling wall
They get married too much, she's a soft touch

He's a liquid

He pulls
She pushed
They read The Bible about the flood
She draws the curtains, 'cause now she's certain

He's a liquid

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DENNIS LEIGH