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