'. . .I don't wanna be this cold (cold)

Shivering to my bones (bones)

Someone reset my soul, oh, oh

And I don't wanna be locked up (up)

I don't wanna feel this down (down)

I just wanna scream and shout.

I'll go out, grow my hair too long

Sing your least favourite song

At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh)

I'll go out, kiss all of your friends

Make a story and pretend

It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh). . .'

The silence that stretched out through the car accompanied by the never-ending tension between the two beings was strained so thickly in...