"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"