Red wine and sleeping pills,
Help me get back to your arms.
Cheap sex and sad films,
Help me get where I belong.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
Stop sending letters,
Letters always get burned.
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
I will see you in the next life…