You're walking the thin line,
between here and out of control,
but you kept me in mind,
you've got the papercuts to prove it,
and your sea sick smile,
screams sweet nausea,
seventy six was a good year for me,
its been uphill since and...
Chorus
Don't cry,
or stop to wonder why,
we crashed out like thunder,
on the floor or down from the ceiling,
it's been nice waking up next to you.
And ya crossed the line,
between here and out of this world,
ya blow my mind,
like a Colt forty five everytime,
Chorus x2
And our sea sick smiles,
are screaming home sweet home...
