stop the car and search the street...   fist through the wall; you don't have to speak      to me or anyone   we can see through anyone, yea...      and all I can dream   is to have you here with me   worn-out antique, is nothing as it seems?      in this moment...   here with you...   this moment...      too much of a good thing can be a very bad thing   these nights spent talking are doing my head in      and I'm weak and giving up   and I keep on giving up      giving up on you and me...