On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning,
The pressure's on,
Because the pleasure hasn't gone
And I'm not sorry for,
For the things I've done
And I'm not looking for,
Just anyone.
On competing,
Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game,
Existence is only a game.
And I'm not sorry for,
For the things I've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone.
I'm slipping below the water line,
I'm slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand,
And and the race is won
Reject my hand,
And the damage is done.
I'm slipping below the water line,
I'm slipping below the water line
The woman of my dreams,
She, she never came along
The woman of my dreams,
Well, there never was one.
And I'm not sorry for,
For the things I've said.
There's a wild man in my head,
There's a wild man In my head.