Call me in the dead of nightAnd I’ll be at your doorCouldn’t love you any morePut me in your passengers seatGo a couple hoursOh, this isn’t our first time aroundAnd it’s no useIn the old newsAnd you’re living life through meAnd you want the front pageJust don’t stop talking to meWrite our names in the sandPrayer curbs our egosEvery time the wind blowsKill me on the 101Windows downIn the pouring rainTill I wake back up againIt’s a lost startAnd a false startI’ve seen all the moviesSo you wake upBrush the bruise offJust keep talking to meOh-ohOhhhIt’s a lost startAnd a false startI’ve seen all the moviesSo we’ll pick upBrush the bruise offJust keep talking to me
