You fell in love with a racecardriver. Who would have thought that you'd ever have to choose between a racecardriver and me? Not me. You fell in love with a racecardriver. Who would have thought? And what kind of dumbass name is Kimi anyway? But i guess he's okay. And what the hell, what the hey.

Ten past four with headphones on, you look so lovely though they're already falling apart. Screeches beating up your eardrum, hon'. When cars are breaking there's a nervous aching of my heart.

You fell in love with a tram conductor. Who would have thought? Now you're going downtown up and down and around every day. But i guess that's okay. Okay with me anyway.

Home alone with headphones on, i must look funny though I'm already falling apart. Beats are beating up my eardrum, hon'. I sit here waiting, might as well start playing the part of the guitar player who sold his soul to find the chords and then make a brand new start with clicks and cuts or maybe a slide trombone. The doorbell's ringing and there a nervous singing in my heart.