On the coast with your names in the sand I hope you choke With his hand on the small of your back I hope you choke With a matchbook from under the couch I hope you choke For the candles when our power's out I hope you choke And I hope you choke Uh huh Swimming out to the names on the rock I hope you choke Leave your shoes and your suit on the dock I hope you choke In the dark if you say what you aren't I hope you choke In the house where the rooms don't lock I hope you choke And I hope you choke With hands on your throat Wringing like rope And killing us both