Didn't lose track
Take it back
Count the minutes you own
Stuck for a while in feedback
Break the glass, heart attack
I'm losing my mind, losing it lately
And this scene
(Is it choreograph)
Silver screen
(I'll never regret)
So pick up the phone
The telephone
Winona, come on
We'll drive into
The unknown
I want to go
But you're such a local
But I'm hopeful
Stop to repeat
What you see
We're surrounded by home
It's too sweet all around
Hung up when I'm down
I'm losing my mind, losing it lately
And this scene
(Is it choreograph)
Silver screen
(I'll never regret)
So pick up the phone
The telephone
Winona, come on
We'll drive into
The unknown
I want to go
But you're such a local
But I'm hopeful
So pick up the phone
The telephone
Winona, come on
We'll drive into
The unknown
I want to go
But you're such a local
But I'm hopeful
