Into It. Over It. All Thumbs Down
It's almost like we've hardly spoke
but all my cloths still smell like smoke
so it's almost like I've seen you all week
taking a break from driving
with your exhaust pipe in your driveway
if I could see you everyday
I'd take you to my place
because without you in bed
it's nights with strings and cables instead
and they don't hold you back as much as you want
they won't hold you
they won't hold you
they won't hold you back
and Germany might have to wait
what was well planned show of yours
is now a show of hands all thumbs down
but if I was them
I'd put your card through my bike spokes
and ride that thing down every street in your home
because without you in bed
it's nights with strings and cables instead
and they don't hold you back as much as you want
they won't hold you
they won't hold you
they won't hold you back
and they don't hold you back as much as you want
they won't hold you
they won't hold you
they won't hold you back
