First cold day, and look at me Well, I’m a total wreck Bundled up and overheated You turned me into this mess I haven’t gone blind yet But I can’t see I just stare into myself now Look at stupid old me
Spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon Maybe you’re coming home soon, but you won’t see me, no
Now I’m terrified Now I’ve got this sick feeling inside Perfect end to a perfectly sickening week With nothing above the horizon To help me forget about what’s below
So I’m spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon Maybe you’re coming home soon, but you won’t see me, no
So I’m spitting out a lucky smoke ring round the moon Maybe you’re coming home soon, but you won’t see me…