Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said. Get in it, do it again One girl's gone and on the phone, run like Christian Maggio Near the end, I went too slow, heartbeat's in the afterglow I love you less than the potential of one more night going mental No first kiss could explain love, in the decade with no name Is this something we can talk about? Is this something that you wonder about? It means nothing to me I see the river open and it's coming to me Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said. Get in it, do it again Tried to find love on the phone but all the girls I love are ghosts Next to you, I feel so cold Loveless in the afterglow When pulses double, trouble comes, from Seven Sisters to the setting sun No first kiss could explain love, in the decade with no name