The evening begins on the floor In an anxious collapse like the morning before. I will be in the bar with my head on the bar*, Making everything hard to ignore. Don't worry, I'm doing just fine, I'm 7 drinks in and it's not even 9. My friends are all here, they've been here for years, So they toast to my great decline.
The evening concludes on the ground There's a glaze on my face and spilt gin all around. My head's in a spin, I'm numb to the core But it doesn't feel bad anymore.
Darling it's cold there, join me in Hell where It's warm here down below. Used to be my northern girl waiting in the cold torrential snow.
My head ain’t the best place to be, So my mind up and left me at 10 after 3. My insides are gone, they’re on my front lawn, I’m a spectacle don’t you agree?
I've been living in darkness and haze There's a light and it's only 9 hours away. But the end is the end, now you're just a friend Of some friends who I won't see again.
Great disaster, I don't think so. Fool me once and I'm your fool forevermore. Great disaster ok, maybe. My new home, my kitchen floor.
Darling I hate to see you frozen and looking so blue. You were meant to live in flame with me, eternally.
*Select lyrics graciously borrowed from our dear colleague, Steven Patrick Morrissey