You're walking the thin line
  Between here and out of control
  You kept me in mind
  You got the paper cuts to prove it
  Your sea sick smile
  Screams sweet nausea
  '76 was a good year for me
  It's been awful since then
  Don't cry or stop to wonder why
  We crashed out the thunder
  On the floor down from the ceiling
  It was nice waking up next to you
  Then you crossed the line
  Between here and out of this world
  You blow my mind
  Like a colt '45 every time
  Don't cry or stop to wonder why
  We crossed out our thunder
  On the floor down from the ceiling
  It's been nice waking up next to you
  Don't cry or stop to wonder why
  We crossed out our thunder
  On the floor down from the ceiling
  It's been nice waking up next to...
  You...
  And our sea sick smiles
  Screaming sweet nausea