End of a Spark

Spend all our Sundays in a row Ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead But we know 'Cause when he put you to bed Your great-grandfather always said Wasting is an art Like the nights we spent in backs of cars A piece of the part The end of a spark A piece of the part The end of a spark A spark Under our bed, a monster lives We fight his teeth with superglue and paper clips Like the end of an age The way that your handwriting changed You should always pretend Well, you just start and I'll say when A piece of the part The end of a spark A piece of the part The end of a spark A spark When he put you to bed Your great-grandfather always said Wasting is an art Well, it's a good thing that I was young then I am a gear I am a spool of thread As long as my teeth, they turn We will always be newlyweds The end of spark A flash in the dark A piece of the part It's the end of a spark A piece of the part The end of a spark A spark A spark