There were times with weird climate
I was dreaming - holding hands
There were storms, I had no bedmate
I had no more favourite bands...

She was young, childish, attractive
When she got out of the cab
I was dazzled and inactive
Yet I joined the foolish gab...

Things like 'chill', 'give me the beer'
Were replacing old taboos
Same old story, same old 'here'
Just like creepy deja-vu's...