I ripped these lyrics off a Christian blog that is quite popular (if only mine were so) and is quite a fan of Guy.
This isn't going to be very in-depth, I warn you.
Catchy!
I wouldn’t change a thing
Kylie reference!
We have love, and lose love
And do it again, and do it again
And do it again, and do it again
Catchy bit again!
But that’s just how we are
We come back just to throw it all away
We come back just to throw it all away
Delta Goodrem reference!
Tell me it’s over
So we can do it all again
I’m addicted to this elevator love
First reference to an elevator! Strange given that the video is set in an elevator, and the name of the song revolves around the elevator. Makes me think of that great episode of Police Rescue where there was a small earthquake in Sydney and the whole episode was set inside a lift shaft and it made my palms and feet sweat as a 10 year old!
Tell me you miss me
And I will come back for one more day
I’m addicted to this elevator love
Elevator love
Well he certainly loves his elevator lovin'! Good on you, Guy. Nothing wrong with public places. But there certainly is no graphic detail of your elevator love...
We laugh, we cry
And do it again, do it again
We go to hell and back
But there’s something ’bout you
And do it again, do it again
We go to hell and back
But there’s something ’bout you
Jamelia reference!
I can’t keep away
Just can’t keep away
We know we’ll crash down
But I don’t want it any other way
Just can’t keep away
We know we’ll crash down
But I don’t want it any other way
Over and over and over we fall
We go up to come down, just to turn it around
And face it all again
We go up to come down, just to turn it around
And face it all again
Boring bit...
REPEAT CHORUS
Well that's all a bit boring isn't it! Reminds me a bit though of a great scene where Phil and Debbie were getting it on in the lift at St Hughes on The Bill. It was HOT. Guy should have done something like that in his clip. Or described it in the lyrics.
Really, this song is just a big disappointment. It attempts to be Swedish, yet fails in its mediocrity. The lack of depth in the lyrics points to crapness.
Like Anthony Callea, who for some silly reason went to Italy to write songs for his album, Guy should book a flight to Stockholm immediately. Or not, so as to leave space in the writing huts for Shirley Clamp, Linda Bengtzing, etc, etc.