Another night's end, I had to calm down,
Another day bed, another red light... yeahhh,
I heard this sound, see I heard there's only one tell me,
In my head, whoaaaa-oh, your head,
And everytime we stop see you get a little thrill it's all over there,
I know, I know, I know,
I waited on the thinning, I waited all the time,
I hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind,
And it's the type for killing,
By hearing all the time,
(Try to find some passion,)
We out alone,
(Wonder what was catching,)
And I was color-blind,
(Put you on a thin line,)
Don't want to hear you say
(Such a fine time,)
Maybe never want to see at all, noooooo,
It sounds like 1985,
In my head,
Whoaaa - in your head,
And we got out just barely alive,
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh,
I waited on the thinning, I waited all the time,
I hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind,
And its the type for killing,
By hearing all the time,
Another nomad out on the phone-line,
(The line flashes, wonder what the catch is?,)
Do you want to hang with me on a clothesline?,
(You know a thin line, really such a fine time,)
I'm glad I ran into you,
Glad I can flatter you,
Know I don't mind you,
I'll keep it in mind,
Glad I ran into you,
Glad I ran out for you,
Ahhhh.
These lyrics were awful - here is my take:
Another night's end, I had to calm down, Another day bed, another red light... yeahhh, I heard this sound, see I heard there's only one tell me, In my head, whoaaaa-oh, your head, And everytime we stop see you get a little thrill it's all over there, I know, I know, I know,
I waited on the thinning, I waited all the time, I hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind, And it's the type for killing, By hearing all the time,
(Try to find some passion,) We out alone, (Wonder what was catching,) And I was color-blind,
(Put you on a thin line,) Don't want to hear you say (Such a fine time,) Maybe never want to see at all, noooooo,
It sounds like 1985, In my head, Whoaaa - in your head, And we got out just barely alive, Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh,
I waited on the thinning, I waited all the time, I hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind, And its the type for killing, By hearing all the time,
Another nomad out on the phone-line, (The line flashes, wonder what the catch is?,) Do you want to hang with me on a clothesline?, (You know a thin line, really such a fine time,)
I'm glad I ran into you, Glad I can flatter you, Know I don't mind you, I'll keep it in mind,
Glad I ran into you, Glad I ran out for you, Ahhhh.