Tekster: The Whigs. Don't Talk Anymore.

Eliminate your thoughts with fiction cause you are my friend.
Drive yourself to Arizona cause you're tired of all the streets that end.
On my way to walkin up round under street lamps.
I said, I'll see 'em again.
Round myself, I find you on a big jet plane.

And don't talk talk anymore.
Don't you talk anymore.
Don't talk anymore.
You want to find your old friend.

So if you want to make my movie, put your costume off.
Drive yourself to Arizona cause you're tired of all the leaves that fall.
On my way to walkin up round under street lamps.
I said, I'll see 'em again.
Round myself, I find you on a big jet plane.

And don't talk talk anymore.
Don't you talk anymore.
Don't talk anymore.
You want to find your old friend.

And don't talk talk anymore.
Don't you talk anymore.
Don't talk anymore.
You want to find your old friend.
You want to find your old friend.
You want to find your old friend.
You want to find your old friend

(Thanks to Caitlin for these lyrics)