"Flying through the open door, ooh
I didn't mean to get so carried away
Showed you mine, now show me yours, ooh
I didn't mean to get so carried away
An empty glass on my right with the windows drawn
Move as tight as the pillow that I dream upon
And my shoulders they lean on the backseat
Pursue the night, like a ghost with a history
Call you up, on my celly, just to hold me down
Tiny knots in my belly when you come around
…
Keeping track of the time and the scenery
Shifting gears in my mind like machinery"