Maybe I'm just waiting for the right time to come along. Birds don't sing because they have the answers. They sing because they have a song. Baby, baby, how could you forget? Have not forgotten, just not finished it yet. We got a lot, but nothing finished yet. How could I forget? We're Eiffel Tower high. Shaking like a Hollywood hillside. Norwegian winter alone. Birds flying across the ocean. The dirty war is in our song. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. Some put on wetsuits, others a wedding ring. Don't need to say anything, just feel better. I'm still waiting, I'll be waiting. Baby, baby, how could you forget? Have not forgotten, just not finished it yet. We got a lot, but nothing finished yet. How could I forget? We're Eiffel Tower high. Shaking like a Hollywood hillside. Norwegian winter alone. Birds flying across the ocean. The dirty war is in our song. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. We got a lot, but nothing finished yet. How could I forget? We're Eiffel Tower high. Shaking like a Hollywood hillside. The dirty war is in our song. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. How could I forget? Oh... Oh... We got a lot. Oh... We got a lot, but nothing finished yet. How could I forget? We're Eiffel Tower high. Shaking like a Hollywood hillside. Norwegian winter alone. Birds flying across the ocean. The dirty war is in our song. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. There's truth in the slip of your tongue. Sorry, come on in. I'm sorry you *** up your tape. No, no, no, you didn't.