waiting for my baby, under fine shade, yeah counting red cars go by, that's my hobby It's not I am sick or don't feel good I'm sorta gone on this great love fever <♪> explode myself maybe, under massive weight, yeah counting poor guys go by, that's my hobby when my boiling point never rises will you run away and cool me down (tomorrow) walking home, it is it you that's smiling at me between the cracks of familiar asphalt road walking lonely, is it you that's calling my name between the clouds of night sky between the stars <♪> walking home, it is it you that's smiling at me between the cracks of familiar asphalt road walking lonely, is it you that's calling my name between the clouds of night sky between the stars fever's high there's no stimulation inside give me a short to take me away for a while kissing the wind, I'm floating in the air like balloon between the clouds of night sky between the stars final destination is a quiet life with you, yeah counting our days go by... La la la la la la la la la la la la la