Verse 1
With my head in my hands and an empty glass
Now my high thoughts are in the basement
Where am I, who am I, what am I looking for in my life?
People say stupid things, who are they?
What do they want from me? I don't need them
It's not good to be alone, but it's not good to be with her, either
Pre-chorus
Maybe tomorrow I'll be fine, but today I'm sticking to the wine
Maybe tomorrow I'll forget you, but right now I'm sitting down to cry
Chorus
Light another cigarette and pour some more
Pour some more into the glass
May the wine melt the salt on my wound
Light another cigarette and pour some more
Pour some more into the glass
May the wine melt the salt on my wound
Verse 2
I really want you, I know that you want it too
But if I return, will things really be different?
I really want you to be you, I really want you to be different
We both suffer at three tram stops
I can't believe how close you're standing
You don't know how much I'm holding back, you don't know how much I'm holding back from coming
Pre-chorus
Maybe tomorrow I'll be fine, but today I'm sticking to the wine
Maybe tomorrow I'll forget you, but right now I'm sitting down to cry
Chorus
Light another cigarette and pour some more
Pour some more into the glass
May the wine melt the salt on my wound
Light another cigarette and pour some more
Pour some more into the glass
May the wine melt the salt on my wound