roll away your stone, i’ll roll away mine
together we can see what we will find
don’t leave me alone at this time
for i’m afraid of what i will discover inside
While taking Jim all undercover to work Seb turned on the radio, where some old tune was playing:
"You wanna go for a ride / So get in the car /No I won’t hurt you /Unless you ask me to/ Hurt you/ Boy.
And take off your clothes. / I wanna take pictures of you./ I wanna capture you in digital.
You wanna go for a ride. /So get in the car./ No I won’t touch you there. /Unless you ask me to./Touch you there./ Boy.”
Jim: “Seb… get on the backseat, I want to.”
Needless to say, London was saved by music that day.