He can hear you laughing right through the door
I will draw the curtains, Im funny that way
Stop the car, Ill beat it out of you
Cliche on a reference, it feels so good
No, I wont be sold till I see her face
We got so involved, we couldnt hear a thing
And if youre sitting next to us, youll want to move away
Cause when it goes, it goes
But while youre here you dont know how I love it
Im at the bottom I wont admit it
Ive lost my senses
All my possessions
Ive lost the good stuff
I will be sorry
Ive lost the good stuff
I will be sorry
You get behind me
You get above me
Without your whispers
Without your kisses
I am a cipher
I am a cipher
You light the pilot
You make the metaphor come true
Theres too much time to think