It seem I'm always going to be thinking about you.
I'm already used to going back there again.
It's clear here. I'm searching for a loud place
where I can hold strangers.
But it's not working, it's not helping.
I stray again, I want to be with you.
I fall asleep with thoughts caused by alcohol,
an empty glass, filled with ice.
I wake up like that, wearing black clothes form yesterday,
the door is open, the curtains - closed.
I don't remember anything, again.
Smeared make-up and dry lips
tell me I was wondering where you were last night.
It seem I'm always going to be thinking about you.
I'm deluding myself with strangers.
I'm not talking and I'm not listening anymore.
"Good night" and I go home.
I gut up early, it's late outside.
In this room there is no day or night.
Once again I fall asleep with thoughts caused by alcohol,
unreasonably you're inside of me.
I wake up like that, wearing black clothes form yesterday,
the door is open, the curtains - closed.
I don't remember anything, again.
Smeared make-up and dry lips
tell me I was wondering where you were last night.
I'm wondering what stupid things I did last night.
Do you know you're the reason for them?
I wake up like that, wearing black clothes form yesterday,
the door is open, the curtains - closed.
I don't remember anything, again.
Smeared make-up and dry lips
tell me I was wondering where you were last night. (x3)