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[Verse 1]
Him: The cater-waiter tux smells like Tuesday's dry-cleaner bag.
Her: And that lamp by the Rothko is more than my lease on Wyckoff Ave.
Him: They haven't touched the salmon puffs in nearly half an hour.
Her: Just talking interest rates and laughing from the ivory tower.

[Chorus]
Her: Let's take the silver horse key.
Him: The one by the gin on the marble?
Her: A souvenir of how the air gets thin.
Him: A little piece of their private fable.

[Verse 2]
Him: "He said, 'The market's nervous,' while adjusting his gold cuff."
Her: "She's got a photo of a yacht that's named 'Just Enough'."
Him: The ice in my glass is clearer than the window in my kitchen.
Her: They're dancing to a song about a revolution.

[Chorus]
Her: Let's take the silver horse key.
Him: The one by the gin on the marble?
Her: A souvenir of how the air gets thin.
Him: A little piece of their private fable.

[Bridge]
Her: It's right there. By the bowl of the artisanal olives.
Him: "Just admiring the craftsmanship." My hand doesn't even shake.

[Outro]
Her: The heft of it's wrong in my pocket, you know?
Him: A lock for a door where we can't ever go.