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