In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye

Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You're high
In the cold light

In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning
You're drunk sick from whoring and high
Staring back from the mirrors
A face that you don't recognize

It's a loser a sinner a cock and a dildos disguise
In the cold light

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye

Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions.
You're high
In the cold light of day

Tomorrow's only a king
Whistle [Repeats]
Away

In the cold light of day

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Writer(s): BRIAN MOLKO, STEFAN OLSDAL, STEVEN HEWITT