Waking on a whiskey haze
Sleeping, we can fuck both ways
Hope I didn't call you late
Remember, now you run away

How I'd get home?
Where's the damn phone?
Turn onto my side, I'm straight
Wallet's by the bed, I'm safe
Stop the fuckin' world, I'm flayed
What a fuckin' mess I've made

Nights that sabotage my days
Maybe that's the way I'm made
A Jeep that never had no brakes, no
Can't make it to the bed till the weight's gone
Praying I'm a man when I wake up
When I wake up

Pretending nothing's wrong
Pretending nothing's wrong
When all the time your pain goes on

Vocal at the bathroom, wait
Swore I wouldn't wake up late
Slip into the past, it's faith
Fingers in my throat, fish bait

And that's the eggs gone
And that's the legs gone
Forehead on the floor, I'm straight
Face against the tiles, I'm saved
Stop the fuckin' world, I'm flayed
What a fuckin' mess I've made
What a fuckin' mess I've made

Pretending nothing's wrong
Pretending nothing's wrong
When all the time your pain goes on

Don't look now but your loneliness is showing
It's in your face, girl, the heartaches are glowing

"Hello?"
"Alright, bro-man, story man?"
"Well the hell were you last night?"
"Where the fuck were we? I don't even know we are, were man"
"Where did you go bro?"
"You said you were going to the toilet, you just disappeared"
"Oh Jesus, man"
"You said you were going to the toilet, disappeared"
"Was I with someone or by myself? I don't fucking remember anything bro"
"You're a madman, you know that yeah?"
"No, I'm gonna die"
"That's what you get for mixing drinks, you gotta stop mixing the drinks"
"Jesus Christ man, I don't fucking remember anything, I'm gonna die"
"Hey, I told you we were going"

"You still alive?"
"No"

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Edgar Froese, Kean Kavanagh, Klaus Schulze, Lamont Dozier, Richard Russell, Theo Schnitzler