Foreign Films

She comes around on a Thursday night
With a six pack of Becks and a lot on her mind
I've got to work tomorrow at eight A.M.,
I find two glasses that have not been used
She follows me into my room
She plays that same R.E.M. record again

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation

They go out to that club again
She's the ring that he shows off to his friends
She looks around dulled to the routine
Late at night my doorbell rings
We take a drive and talk about things
She asks me why she just can't leave

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation

Let's talk about ex-girlfriends
Let's talk about our friends at work
I'm not above gossip if it's good
Let's talk about foreign films
Let's talk about women writers
This relationship is understood

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation
Conversation, conversation