We were sitting at the head of a car   And her lips were dry and parched   And we turned to each other   We were listening to "Suspicious Minds"      CHORUS   And we're cracking codes and combinations   And we're thinking   What if we don't get what we want      SWell, you kick away your golden shoes   Counting what you can afford to lose   And I can't treat you casually   We are not fond of misery      CHORUS      On the frozen lake of memory   You were asking me about my dream   And we're turning to each other   And we are so primitive      CHORUS