stop the car and search the street...nfist through the wall; you don't have to speaknnto me or anyonenwe can see through anyone, yea...nnand all I can dreamnis to have you here with menworn-out antique, is nothing as it seems?nnin this moment...nhere with you...nthis moment...nntoo much of a good thing can be a very bad thingnthese nights spent talking are doing my head innnand I'm weak and giving upnand I keep on giving upnngiving up on you and me...n