Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas
You looked up from your little corner
And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter
And you asked me is it really getting warmer
Or is it just me
And then you started mumbling
Unintelligibly
So what are you saying anyway
I thought I heard bells ringing
But then I remembered that I no longer knew what bells sounded like
I thought we'd maybe strike up a conversation
'Til bad luck cruised by on his ten-speed bike
I got real cold
And I grabbed my coat
And I saw that the ringing was coming from your throat
What are you saying anyway