And pump it louder. Pump it louder. Pump it louder. Pump it louder. . Turn up the radio. Blast your stereo, right. . Who? Where?. Why? What?. Come on, come on.
Show me a memory. And that's where I'll long to be. Please don't ask for more from me. 'Cos memory is all I'll be. . But I can live in your mind's eye.