We were sitting at the head of a car
   And her lips were dry and parched
   And we turned to each other
   We were listening to "Suspicious Minds"
  
   CHORUS
  
   And we're cracking codes and combinations
   And we're thinking
   What if we don't get what we want
   Well, you kick away your golden shoes
   Counting what you can afford to lose
   And I can't treat you casually
   We are not fond of misery
  
   CHORUS
  
   On the frozen lake of memory
   You were asking me about my dream
   And we're turning to each other
   And we are so primitive
  
   CHORUS