He can hear you laughing right through the door

I will draw the curtains, I'm funny that way

Stop the car, I'll beat it out of you

Cliche on a reference, it feels so good

No, I won't be sold till I see her face

We got so involved, we couldn't hear a thing

And if you're sitting next to us, you'll want to move away

Cause when it goes, it goes

But while you're here you don't know how I love it

I'm at the bottom I won't admit it

I've lost my senses

All my possessions

I've lost the good stuff

I will be sorry

I've 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

There's too much time to think