4 A.M. this hotel room and I think of you. Not in anger, but in danger of calling you. My mind's a long, long way from it was dead. And now the good times just keep drifting back in, whoa.
You take a little bit of me. And a whole lot of you. Add it up together. And here's what you're gonna do. You gotta mix it up quick. And it'll blow up on this spot.