and it feels like Ive alread been there. sounds like Im preachin the chior. if it looks like it all worked out..im the one, one full of doubt... ok,im sick... i dont wanna know....your eyes were covered in sunglasses, when they first met mine...i sat there and stared at you, you didnt seem to mind. The akward ways we meet. first comes heavy breathing, staring at the ceiling, what will happen next, i dont wanna know... i never cared how i dressed before,but i cared that night. anticipation ran through my bones and my close never fit right...i cant wait till we met again. first comes heavy breathing,stareing at the ceiling, what will happen next, i dont wanna know... frammed pictures start to be put on the wall. Constant visits while Im out on the road. Its hard to leave sometimes, but you know where i lay my head at night... first comes heavy breathing, staring at the ceiling, what will happen next, i dont wanna know... i dont wanna know...