Visions, our love is a series of visions. A taste on my lips, a whispering word in your ear. Oh passion, we're children just playing with passion. Losing the grip, falling asleep at the wheel.
Oh, go. . Girl, it's been awhile. You've lost your pretty smile, what happened?. Oh, was it something that they said. That's playing with your head, what happened? Oh, oh.
Lying in the shade of the halflight. Buzzin' in the back of my head. I'm lookin' at you. I can't believe just how good it gets. . There's a cold wind rushin' through the window.