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 uphill 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