I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm EVER gonna love you. Now don't be sad, cause two out of three ain't bad.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.
You took the words right out of my mouth, it must have been while you were kissing me.